The Wheat-sheaf, a Suggestive Reader: Containing Germs of Pure and Noble Thoughts for the Youthful MindW.P. Hazard, 1853 - 396 páginas |
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... brow , Or mar thy hospitality no wave Of mortal tumult to obliterate The soul's marmoreal calmness . Grief should be Like joy , majestic , equable , sedate . Confirming , cleansing , humbling , making free : Strong to consume small ...
... brow , Or mar thy hospitality no wave Of mortal tumult to obliterate The soul's marmoreal calmness . Grief should be Like joy , majestic , equable , sedate . Confirming , cleansing , humbling , making free : Strong to consume small ...
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... brow , Thy soothing hand may press . Thy neighbour ? " Tis the fainting poor , Whose eye with want is dim , Whom hunger sends from door to door : - Go thou and succour him . Thy neighbour ? ' Tis the weary man Whose years are at the ...
... brow , Thy soothing hand may press . Thy neighbour ? " Tis the fainting poor , Whose eye with want is dim , Whom hunger sends from door to door : - Go thou and succour him . Thy neighbour ? ' Tis the weary man Whose years are at the ...
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... brow . More bent in form , more dim of eye , More faltering in his pace : But time has stamped in dignity , More than it reft of grace . And joy in his age cannot chill , - Memories it need not shun ! The lone , enthusiast of Wadesmill ...
... brow . More bent in form , more dim of eye , More faltering in his pace : But time has stamped in dignity , More than it reft of grace . And joy in his age cannot chill , - Memories it need not shun ! The lone , enthusiast of Wadesmill ...
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... brows . * * I falter where I firmly trod , And , falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar - stairs That slope through darkness up to God ; I stretch lame hands of faith , and grope And gather dust and chaff , and ...
... brows . * * I falter where I firmly trod , And , falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar - stairs That slope through darkness up to God ; I stretch lame hands of faith , and grope And gather dust and chaff , and ...
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... brow of the hill which curves a little in the form of a new moon , a par- tial amphitheatre ; from some unaccountable cause , a person may be heard , with an ordinary modulation of voice , over a space that we thought would contain one ...
... brow of the hill which curves a little in the form of a new moon , a par- tial amphitheatre ; from some unaccountable cause , a person may be heard , with an ordinary modulation of voice , over a space that we thought would contain one ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ages angel beauty beneath blessed blissful band breath bright brow called child Christ Christian cloud DANIEL WHEELER dark dead dear death deep divine earth Edward Burrough eternal evil faith Father fear feel felt Fenelon flowers genius gentle George Fox glorious glory Gospel grave hath head hear heart Heaven holy honour hope hour human hymn immortal intellect JAMES NAYLER JOHN HOWARD JOHN WOOLMAN labour life's light lips LITTLE PILGRIM living LOGAN'S LAMENT look Lord Marian MELANCTHON mercy mighty mind Mosul mountains N. P. WILLIS nature never night NINEVEH o'er passed peace poor praise prayer prison Quaker religion round seemed shadow shining silent song sorrow soul spirit star strong sublime sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS ELLWOOD thought tion truth voice waters waves weary wild William Penn wings wonder words
Pasajes populares
Página 276 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Página 159 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Página 199 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world, — with kings, The powerful of the earth, — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, — All in one mighty sepulchre.
Página 198 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 199 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Página 198 - Yet a few days and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Página 358 - It is easy' in the world to live after the world's opinion ; it is easy in solitude to live after our own ; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
Página 199 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 275 - In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro...
Página 174 - ... 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven.