The Wheat-sheaf; Or, Gleanings for the Wayside and Fireside ...W.P. Hazard, 1853 - 416ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... dead of a clear night , as if the moonbeams were splintering like arrows on the ground and you listen to it the more earnestly , that it is the going on of one of the most cunning and beautiful of nature's deep myste- ries . I know ...
... dead of a clear night , as if the moonbeams were splintering like arrows on the ground and you listen to it the more earnestly , that it is the going on of one of the most cunning and beautiful of nature's deep myste- ries . I know ...
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... dead , and the solid earth to tremble beneath the footsteps of his persecutors . Dwell upon his life , and upon every sepa- rate act of his life , and the soul must become imbued with a sense of its health , beauty and holiness . Grief ...
... dead , and the solid earth to tremble beneath the footsteps of his persecutors . Dwell upon his life , and upon every sepa- rate act of his life , and the soul must become imbued with a sense of its health , beauty and holiness . Grief ...
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... dead limb of some gigantic tree , that commands a wide view of the neighbouring shore and ocean , he seems calmly to contemplate the motions of the various feathered tribes that pursue their busy avocations below ; the snow white gulls ...
... dead limb of some gigantic tree , that commands a wide view of the neighbouring shore and ocean , he seems calmly to contemplate the motions of the various feathered tribes that pursue their busy avocations below ; the snow white gulls ...
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... dead , A stranger to doubting A stranger to dread ; - A Handmaid of Heaven , By charity sent , — Scattering blessings , Wherever she went . The feelings of woman , The courage of man , Gave love and decision To every plan . Nations of ...
... dead , A stranger to doubting A stranger to dread ; - A Handmaid of Heaven , By charity sent , — Scattering blessings , Wherever she went . The feelings of woman , The courage of man , Gave love and decision To every plan . Nations of ...
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... dead , Of friends and friendships flown : Of pleasures gone - their distant tread Now to an echo grown . And hearing thus , beleaguering fears . Soon shut the present out , While bliss but in the past appears , And in the future , doubt ...
... dead , Of friends and friendships flown : Of pleasures gone - their distant tread Now to an echo grown . And hearing thus , beleaguering fears . Soon shut the present out , While bliss but in the past appears , And in the future , doubt ...
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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.
157 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.
158 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
196 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.
172 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
372 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
277 ÆäÀÌÁö - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth...
197 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
198 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.
158 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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