The Wheat-sheaf, a Suggestive Reader: Containing Germs of Pure and Noble Thoughts for the Youthful MindW.P. Hazard, 1853 - 396ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... seek it in his child- hood , while he was subject to his parents : for youthful dignity ? see him standing in the midst of the temple , sublime in youth and power , reasoning with the doctors and lawyers , with a wisdom which astonished ...
... seek it in his child- hood , while he was subject to his parents : for youthful dignity ? see him standing in the midst of the temple , sublime in youth and power , reasoning with the doctors and lawyers , with a wisdom which astonished ...
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... seek safety in flight . " Now , a partially consolidated planet , tempested by frequent earthquakes of such terrible potency , that those of the historic ages would be but mere ripples of the earth's surface in com- parison , could be ...
... seek safety in flight . " Now , a partially consolidated planet , tempested by frequent earthquakes of such terrible potency , that those of the historic ages would be but mere ripples of the earth's surface in com- parison , could be ...
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... seeking first the kingdom of God , his righteousness , his rewards , his pleasures , and his service . Oh ! how sacred a duty would it appear , to think of that individual in the retired hours of meditation , to garrison him with ...
... seeking first the kingdom of God , his righteousness , his rewards , his pleasures , and his service . Oh ! how sacred a duty would it appear , to think of that individual in the retired hours of meditation , to garrison him with ...
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... , Weep over her tomb ! WM . NICOMB . Ir wisdom's ways you wisely seek , five things observe with care , To whom you speak , of whom you speak , and how , and when , and where . Bridges . I. I HAVE a bridge within my heart.
... , Weep over her tomb ! WM . NICOMB . Ir wisdom's ways you wisely seek , five things observe with care , To whom you speak , of whom you speak , and how , and when , and where . Bridges . I. I HAVE a bridge within my heart.
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... seek to her unhallowed shade , To lure thy pilgrim feet : Yet yield not . She who woos thy vows , With crown of bleeding thorn , enwreathed thy Master's brows . Say not thy yoke is hard to bear- But look on Him who bore , For thee a ...
... seek to her unhallowed shade , To lure thy pilgrim feet : Yet yield not . She who woos thy vows , With crown of bleeding thorn , enwreathed thy Master's brows . Say not thy yoke is hard to bear- But look on Him who bore , For thee a ...
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276 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
159 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
199 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
198 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
199 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
198 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
358 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
199 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
275 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
174 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... 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.