January and JuneOakley and Mason, 1868 - Всего страниц: 280 |
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... beat more audi- bly and musically than just about " the leafy month of June : " life , every where life , in field and flood , in earth , and air , and sky . Life in all forms : life with a sweet breath in it , life with a song in it ...
... beat more audi- bly and musically than just about " the leafy month of June : " life , every where life , in field and flood , in earth , and air , and sky . Life in all forms : life with a sweet breath in it , life with a song in it ...
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... beats time with its little foot upon the log , and hear , be- tween the strains , a click like that of a clock just as it strikes the hour . A rare Music Box is the Whippoorwill , manufac- tured , tuned , and wound by the same fingers ...
... beats time with its little foot upon the log , and hear , be- tween the strains , a click like that of a clock just as it strikes the hour . A rare Music Box is the Whippoorwill , manufac- tured , tuned , and wound by the same fingers ...
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... grow cold , and its breath could not condense , and there , beneath the stars , like the pulses of a mighty breast , beating softly against the downy covering of cloud all the night long ! -- would our Hunter , do you think JEWELRY 31.
... grow cold , and its breath could not condense , and there , beneath the stars , like the pulses of a mighty breast , beating softly against the downy covering of cloud all the night long ! -- would our Hunter , do you think JEWELRY 31.
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... Consuelo or the Last War - in fact , it breaks up whole families . " " Talk about " beating swords into ploughshares ! " If this identical implement had been turned into a dozen PLOUGHSHARES AND SORROWS . 41 Ploughshares and Sorrows.
... Consuelo or the Last War - in fact , it breaks up whole families . " " Talk about " beating swords into ploughshares ! " If this identical implement had been turned into a dozen PLOUGHSHARES AND SORROWS . 41 Ploughshares and Sorrows.
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... beat of great pendulums swinging through their iron arcs , East and West , Toledo and Chicago , here and there ; ticking hours by the triplet all the day long . We set the clock by the shrill whistle of the iron boatswain , as he pipes ...
... beat of great pendulums swinging through their iron arcs , East and West , Toledo and Chicago , here and there ; ticking hours by the triplet all the day long . We set the clock by the shrill whistle of the iron boatswain , as he pipes ...
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January and June: Being Out-door Thinkings and Fire-side Musings Benjamin Franklin Taylor Полный просмотр - 1854 |
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amid beat beautiful bells beneath billows bird bless blue blue air body bosom breath Cape Horn Circassian cloud Cochin China comes cradle crimson Daguerreotype dark dead Dead Past dream dust earth eyes fellow fire flowers flung flutter Fourth of July gay woods glitter glory glow gold golden gone grave gray green grow half heart Heaven hens hope iron iron song June leaf leaves light linger lips look lustrum mas Days memory morning mother never night o'er rain rattled and rocked remember rock rose Rotten Stone round rustling sang shadow sigh silver sing smile song soul stars summer swallow's nest sweet swelling swinging tears There's thing thought three-cent pieces thunder tree turned uttered Vine voice waiting wave Whip-poor-Will whisper wind window wings wonder woods word yesterday
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Стр. 53 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Стр. 42 - But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an
Стр. 84 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Стр. 180 - Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living present! Heart within, and GOD o'erhead!
Стр. 174 - All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Стр. 163 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away : Oh that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!