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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... happy warm , And ever open to the light : No tortuous passage or stair , No chamber foul , or dungeon lair , No gloomy attic shall there be , But wide apartments ordered fair , And redolent of purity . With three compartments furnished ...
... happy warm , And ever open to the light : No tortuous passage or stair , No chamber foul , or dungeon lair , No gloomy attic shall there be , But wide apartments ordered fair , And redolent of purity . With three compartments furnished ...
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... happy as to escape these perils , together with the seductions to vanity which music and preaching present , then must their worship be the purest of all worships , and their absence of forms , be the perfection of all form . " THE good ...
... happy as to escape these perils , together with the seductions to vanity which music and preaching present , then must their worship be the purest of all worships , and their absence of forms , be the perfection of all form . " THE good ...
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... happy state is strikingly exemplified by that deep and peculiar impression made on the mind by a severe earthquake , which Humboldt , from his own experience , so powerfully describes . " This impression , " he says , " is not , in my ...
... happy state is strikingly exemplified by that deep and peculiar impression made on the mind by a severe earthquake , which Humboldt , from his own experience , so powerfully describes . " This impression , " he says , " is not , in my ...
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... violent dissolution , which seems to speak of terror and suffering , - -we may safely conclude there was but little real suffering in the case : they were happy up to a certain FOOT - PRINTS OF THE CREATOR . 41 point ,
... violent dissolution , which seems to speak of terror and suffering , - -we may safely conclude there was but little real suffering in the case : they were happy up to a certain FOOT - PRINTS OF THE CREATOR . 41 point ,
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... happy than I , Sitting there in the light of my own native sky ; As pure as the air that was whispering above , And owning no bond but the sweet tie of love . But the angel of Death was abroad on the blast , And over the flock of my ...
... happy than I , Sitting there in the light of my own native sky ; As pure as the air that was whispering above , And owning no bond but the sweet tie of love . But the angel of Death was abroad on the blast , And over the flock of my ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ages angel beauty behold beneath blessed blissful band bosom breath bright brow called child Christ Christian cloud DANIEL WHEELER dark dear death deep divine earth Edward Burrough eternal evil faith Father fear feel Fenelon flowers gentle George Fox glorious glory Gospel grave hast hath head hear heart Heaven holy honour hope hour human hymn immortal JAMES NAYLER JOHN HOWARD JOHN WOOLMAN JOSEPH STURGE labour life's light living LOGAN'S LAMENT look Lord mercy mighty mind Mosul mountains N. P. WILLIS nature never night NINEVEH o'er passed peace Penn Pilgrim poor praise prayer prison Quaker religion round shadow shalt shining silent song sorrow soul spirit star strong sublime sweet thee thine things THOMAS ELLWOOD thou thought Thy hand tion truth voice waters waves weary wild William Penn wings wonder words Work-work-work
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.