Poets in the PulpitSampson, Law, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1880 - 291 стор. |
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... hope and the stay of faith in this ar- tificial and doubt - tossed age . Henry Wadsworth Longfellow is still living . He is seventy - three years ( 1880 ) old , being born in 1807 , at Portland , Maine , U.S. He was edu- cated at ...
... hope and the stay of faith in this ar- tificial and doubt - tossed age . Henry Wadsworth Longfellow is still living . He is seventy - three years ( 1880 ) old , being born in 1807 , at Portland , Maine , U.S. He was edu- cated at ...
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... hope to join your sea - side walk , Saddened , and mostly silent , with emotion ; Not interrupting with intrusive talk The grand , majestic symphonies of ocean . Therefore I hope , as no unwelcome guest , At your warm fireside , when ...
... hope to join your sea - side walk , Saddened , and mostly silent , with emotion ; Not interrupting with intrusive talk The grand , majestic symphonies of ocean . Therefore I hope , as no unwelcome guest , At your warm fireside , when ...
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... hope , and the fear , and the sorrow- All the aching of heart , the restless unsatisfied longing , - All the dull deep pain , and constant anguish of patience ! * * * * ** In the heart of the city they lie , unknown and unnoticed ...
... hope , and the fear , and the sorrow- All the aching of heart , the restless unsatisfied longing , - All the dull deep pain , and constant anguish of patience ! * * * * ** In the heart of the city they lie , unknown and unnoticed ...
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... hope that is full of immortality . Hear him on the death of little children : - There is a Reaper , whose name is Death , And , with his sickle keen , He reaps the bearded grain at a breath , And the flowers that grow between . " Shall ...
... hope that is full of immortality . Hear him on the death of little children : - There is a Reaper , whose name is Death , And , with his sickle keen , He reaps the bearded grain at a breath , And the flowers that grow between . " Shall ...
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... HOPE . - So with thoughts like these we come to our last poem of " The Christmas Bells . " They are about to sound a very sad peal to some of us , with much of mournful irony , when we think how far we are from that peace on earth and ...
... HOPE . - So with thoughts like these we come to our last poem of " The Christmas Bells . " They are about to sound a very sad peal to some of us , with much of mournful irony , when we think how far we are from that peace on earth and ...
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Сторінка 21 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Сторінка 18 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Сторінка 275 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves ; Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing, in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Сторінка 16 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Сторінка 237 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright; The bridal of the earth and sky : The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die.
Сторінка 267 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Сторінка 269 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Сторінка 251 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Сторінка 180 - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. If on our daily course our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice.
Сторінка 271 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around: The idle spear and shield were high up hung; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the arme'd throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by 51 TT 52 BOOK SECOND.