Flowers Plucked by a Traveller on the Journey of LifeGeorge W. Light, 1840 - 72 стор. |
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... pure as in its pallid beauty now It sleepeth - noble one ! The hue , that now doth lie Upon its dimmed brightness , was not there ; On it Life's seal had set its signet fair , And hope was in thine eye . So yet had memory limned thee ...
... pure as in its pallid beauty now It sleepeth - noble one ! The hue , that now doth lie Upon its dimmed brightness , was not there ; On it Life's seal had set its signet fair , And hope was in thine eye . So yet had memory limned thee ...
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... pure gush , One song thrills on each tongue- Tones like an onward river's rush , In the night's deep stillness rung . Again , in trembling accents wild , The husband weds the wife ; Again the mother bears her child , But not a slave for ...
... pure gush , One song thrills on each tongue- Tones like an onward river's rush , In the night's deep stillness rung . Again , in trembling accents wild , The husband weds the wife ; Again the mother bears her child , But not a slave for ...
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... pure and unfilmed eye . Though , by and by , I hope to meet thee , Sand in the upper glass remains : By and by I hope to greet thee , Freed from gross and sensual chains . Thou well knowest life is irksome ; How blind - folded mortals ...
... pure and unfilmed eye . Though , by and by , I hope to meet thee , Sand in the upper glass remains : By and by I hope to greet thee , Freed from gross and sensual chains . Thou well knowest life is irksome ; How blind - folded mortals ...
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... pure and mild , That God giveth through the child , All good things to us are none , As through Life we hurry on . How short - sighted are we mortals , Ever standing at Death's portals , About to enter in , In impotence and sin , Yet ...
... pure and mild , That God giveth through the child , All good things to us are none , As through Life we hurry on . How short - sighted are we mortals , Ever standing at Death's portals , About to enter in , In impotence and sin , Yet ...
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... pure and bright . And many a heart would weep if thou should go , And many an eye grow dim to see thee low . I might be better spared ; and if I must Before thee Death's dark valley pass , Tho ' nothing tell where sleeps my dust , Save ...
... pure and bright . And many a heart would weep if thou should go , And many an eye grow dim to see thee low . I might be better spared ; and if I must Before thee Death's dark valley pass , Tho ' nothing tell where sleeps my dust , Save ...
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ANGEL VISITS beautiful beneath bitterness bless blest blue blue skies bosom BOSTON-LIBRARY SOCIETY breath bright brooks brother brow by-gone cheek cheer child's a thing CHILDHOOD cold coming darksome Death DIRGE doth dream e'er earth hath earthly fair child's flowers flowers-the FRIEND IN HEAVEN gaze glad grave hale old hath given heart heavenly holy hope hour impulse smother Journeying know'st LADY ARABELLA JOHNSON laughing lessons light lips that fair look memory's merry MONITOR FRIEND mortal mother neath pleasant PLUCKED scorn Seraphic sere shadowy shalt mourn shining shower-like Sing skies and green smiling song sorrow soul strangely o'er sunbeams sweet swift tale tears thine thing of praise thou art thou hast seen thou shalt thought throng Thy spirit tomb trees TRUST IN THYSELF truth hath learned VALEDICTORY VISION Voice of spring warm weep wert West Indies Ye have flown young youth
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Сторінка 3 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Сторінка 22 - ... and honor, and glory to God, who had come down for their deliverance. In such exercises, the evening was spent, until the hour of twelve approached. The missionary then proposed, that when the clock on the Cathedral should begin to strike, the whole congregation should fall upon their knees, and receive the boon of freedom in silence. Accordingly, as the loud bell tolled its first note, the crowded assembly prostrated themselves on their knees.
Сторінка 22 - The capacious house was filled with the candidates for liberty. All was animation and eagerness. A mighty chorus of voices swelled the song of expectation and joy, and as they united in prayer, the voice of the leader was drowned in the universal acclamation...
Сторінка 22 - All was silence, save the quivering half-stifled breath of the struggling spirit. The slow notes of the clock fell upon the multitude ; peal on peal, peal on peal, rolled over the prostrate throng, in tones of angels' voices, thrilling among the desolate chords and weary heart-strings.
Сторінка 29 - Here, in this mirror, Let man behold the circuit of his fortunes ; The season of the Spring dawns like the Morning, Bedewing Childhood with unrelish'd beauties Of gaudy sights ; the Summer, as the Noon, Shines in delight of Youth, and ripens strength To Autumn's Manhood ; here the Evening grows, And knits up all felicity in folly : Winter at last draws on the Night of Age...
Сторінка 22 - Father's throne. taken fwm tfye liShnll the prey bo taken from the mighty, or the lawful captive delivered?
Сторінка 1 - Flowers Plucked by a Traveller on the Journey of Life. By. Charles T. Congdon. Boston, 1840.