January and JuneOakley and Mason, 1868 - Всего страниц: 280 |
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... bosom ; it was timid , and she won it ; tender , and she cherished it ; helpless , and she loved it . And now it had gone ; the shadows were deepening and length- ening , and the lost was not found . All the afternoon she had traced it ...
... bosom ; it was timid , and she won it ; tender , and she cherished it ; helpless , and she loved it . And now it had gone ; the shadows were deepening and length- ening , and the lost was not found . All the afternoon she had traced it ...
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... bosom of a June earth to the genii of the cloudy caverns of the air . Does some body ask you what you think of " OUR ... bosoms of lilies and 30 JANUARY AND JUNE Jewelry 80.
... bosom of a June earth to the genii of the cloudy caverns of the air . Does some body ask you what you think of " OUR ... bosoms of lilies and 30 JANUARY AND JUNE Jewelry 80.
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Benjamin Franklin Taylor. bulbs of delicate thermometers in the bosoms of lilies and the hearts of young roses , he felt the pulses of the flowers as they grew ? Wasn't it fairy - like work for a mortal man to be doing ? And then , when ...
Benjamin Franklin Taylor. bulbs of delicate thermometers in the bosoms of lilies and the hearts of young roses , he felt the pulses of the flowers as they grew ? Wasn't it fairy - like work for a mortal man to be doing ? And then , when ...
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... the twin billows of Circassian bosoms to - day , neither so true nor so wrung , as the little morsel of irritable muscle in the breast of that Quail mother Many a marble has been graven and set up over PLOUGHSHARES AND SORROWS . 43.
... the twin billows of Circassian bosoms to - day , neither so true nor so wrung , as the little morsel of irritable muscle in the breast of that Quail mother Many a marble has been graven and set up over PLOUGHSHARES AND SORROWS . 43.
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... bosom of Earth . It is making History , when rounding and polishing the pebbles , those chronome- ters of the hours since its journey and carol began . It is revising History , when it sweeps away the vete- ran " witnesses of old ...
... bosom of Earth . It is making History , when rounding and polishing the pebbles , those chronome- ters of the hours since its journey and carol began . It is revising History , when it sweeps away the vete- ran " witnesses of old ...
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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!