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... heart rest satisfied ; the more it is studied the more holy and beautiful it be- Does the mind ask for submission ? seek it in his child- hood , while he was subject to his parents : for youthful dignity ? see him standing in the midst ...
... heart rest satisfied ; the more it is studied the more holy and beautiful it be- Does the mind ask for submission ? seek it in his child- hood , while he was subject to his parents : for youthful dignity ? see him standing in the midst ...
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... heart is not infallibly determined by any degree of physical activity or quiescence . Let not him who , in whatever he undertakes , is as impetuous as a mountain torrent , reprove him who is habitually like a gentle stream ; and let not ...
... heart is not infallibly determined by any degree of physical activity or quiescence . Let not him who , in whatever he undertakes , is as impetuous as a mountain torrent , reprove him who is habitually like a gentle stream ; and let not ...
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... heart , with such glory in view ; Had you felt the wild throb of despair and delight That depressed and expanded his bosom that night ; The quick alternations , as morning drew near , The chill and the fever , the rapture and fear , You ...
... heart , with such glory in view ; Had you felt the wild throb of despair and delight That depressed and expanded his bosom that night ; The quick alternations , as morning drew near , The chill and the fever , the rapture and fear , You ...
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... heart is full of prayer and praise to - day , So beautiful the whole world seems to me ! I know the morn has dawned as it is wont , I know the breeze comes on no lighter wing , I know the brook chimed yesterday the same Melodious call ...
... heart is full of prayer and praise to - day , So beautiful the whole world seems to me ! I know the morn has dawned as it is wont , I know the breeze comes on no lighter wing , I know the brook chimed yesterday the same Melodious call ...
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... heart and burning brow , Thy soothing hand may press . Thy neighbour ? " Tis the fainting poor , Whose eye with want is dim , Whom hunger sends from door to door : — Go thou and succour him . Thy neighbour ? ' Tis the weary man Whose ...
... heart and burning brow , Thy soothing hand may press . Thy neighbour ? " Tis the fainting poor , Whose eye with want is dim , Whom hunger sends from door to door : — Go thou and succour him . Thy neighbour ? ' Tis the weary man Whose ...
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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 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.
Strona 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!
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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