The Wheat-sheaf, a Suggestive Reader: Containing Germs of Pure and Noble Thoughts for the Youthful MindW.P. Hazard, 1853 - 396 |
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... young , and even portions selected for the use of schools , can have but a slender claim to the poor negative credit of doing no harm , or of doing no other harm than the exclusion of something of a more substantial charac- ter . How ...
... young , and even portions selected for the use of schools , can have but a slender claim to the poor negative credit of doing no harm , or of doing no other harm than the exclusion of something of a more substantial charac- ter . How ...
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... young ; In meadows of the wilderness , where proudly in the air , The Elk his antlers tosseth , and the Bison makes his lair ; From heights where the strong Eagle , sways his pinions on the cloud , And valleys where the vine's bright ...
... young ; In meadows of the wilderness , where proudly in the air , The Elk his antlers tosseth , and the Bison makes his lair ; From heights where the strong Eagle , sways his pinions on the cloud , And valleys where the vine's bright ...
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... young , immediately on their escape from the egg , can provide for themselves , might enjoy existence in such circumstances , to the full extent of their narrow capacities : and when sudden death fell upon them , though their remains ...
... young , immediately on their escape from the egg , can provide for themselves , might enjoy existence in such circumstances , to the full extent of their narrow capacities : and when sudden death fell upon them , though their remains ...
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... young scions surrounding my knee , No chief of my tribe was more 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 ...
... young scions surrounding my knee , No chief of my tribe was more 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 ...
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... young bride , in her beauty and pride , Bedecked in her snowy array , And the bright flush of joy mantled high on her cheek , And the future looked blooming and gay . And with woman's devotion she laid her fond heart At the shrine of ...
... young bride , in her beauty and pride , Bedecked in her snowy array , And the bright flush of joy mantled high on her cheek , And the future looked blooming and gay . And with woman's devotion she laid her fond heart At the shrine of ...
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Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.