The Wheat-sheaf; Or, Gleanings for the Wayside and Fireside ...W.P. Hazard, 1853 - 416 páginas |
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... ELLWOOD - J . G. W. , 284 THE FOREST MOSS - EDWARD BROWN , 300 MY SOUL AND I - J . G. W. , 301 THE WASTED FOUNTAINS - A . C. LYNCH , 308 A MARRIAGE LETTER , 310 THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR - PRENTICE , 312 KINGDOM COME - OTWAY CURRY ...
... ELLWOOD - J . G. W. , 284 THE FOREST MOSS - EDWARD BROWN , 300 MY SOUL AND I - J . G. W. , 301 THE WASTED FOUNTAINS - A . C. LYNCH , 308 A MARRIAGE LETTER , 310 THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR - PRENTICE , 312 KINGDOM COME - OTWAY CURRY ...
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... Ellwood's father held a discourse with the two Quakers on their doctrine of free and universal grace . " James Nailer , " says Ellwood , " handled the subject with so much perspicuity and clear de . monstration , that his reasoning ...
... Ellwood's father held a discourse with the two Quakers on their doctrine of free and universal grace . " James Nailer , " says Ellwood , " handled the subject with so much perspicuity and clear de . monstration , that his reasoning ...
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... that " star of the morn With light to direct my feet , 99 still beams Where , when I have done with my earthly dreams , The Mother and Child may meet ! 283 H. F. GOULD . Thomas Ellwood . THE journals of the early Friends or.
... that " star of the morn With light to direct my feet , 99 still beams Where , when I have done with my earthly dreams , The Mother and Child may meet ! 283 H. F. GOULD . Thomas Ellwood . THE journals of the early Friends or.
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Thomas Ellwood . THE journals of the early Friends or Quakers are invaluable . Little , it is true , can be said as a general thing of their literary merits . Their authors were plain , earnest men and women , chiefly intent upon the ...
Thomas Ellwood . THE journals of the early Friends or Quakers are invaluable . Little , it is true , can be said as a general thing of their literary merits . Their authors were plain , earnest men and women , chiefly intent upon the ...
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THOMAS ELLWOOD . 285 behaviour , which we had formerly found there , into so strict a gravity as they now received us with , did not a little amuse us , and disappointed our expectations of such a pleasant visit as we had promised ...
THOMAS ELLWOOD . 285 behaviour , which we had formerly found there , into so strict a gravity as they now received us with , did not a little amuse us , and disappointed our expectations of such a pleasant visit as we had promised ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Absalom ages angel beauty beneath blessed bright brow called child Christ Christian cloud DANIEL WHEELER dark dead dear death deep divine dreams earth Edward Burrough eternal evil faith father fear feel fell Fenelon flowers gentle George Fox glorious glory Gospel grave hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven holy honour hope hour human hymn immortal JAMES NAYLER JOHN HOWARD JOHN WOOLMAN labour life's light lips living LOGAN'S LAMENT look Lord MELANCTHON mercy mighty mind Mosul mountains N. P. WILLIS nature never night NINEVEH o'er passed peace Penn poor praise prayer prison Quaker religion round says seemed shadow shalt shining silent song sorrow soul spirit star strong sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS ELLWOOD thou thought TINTERN ABBEY tion truth unto voice waves weary wild William Penn words young
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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 157 - 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 158 - Oh but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet, — With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet! For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Página 196 - 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 172 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou, most awful form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in...
Página 372 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Página 277 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth...
Página 197 - The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom — 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...
Página 198 - 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 158 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread : Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this