January and JuneOakley and Mason, 1868 - Всего страниц: 280 |
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... Memory .. The New Craft in the Offing . Home at Last . ... The Past is with us still Broken Memories in Broken Rhymes .. .... 82 40 66 .... 136 168 213 240 261 271 276 D Out - door Chinkings . THE WORLD , now CONTENTS . LX.
... Memory .. The New Craft in the Offing . Home at Last . ... The Past is with us still Broken Memories in Broken Rhymes .. .... 82 40 66 .... 136 168 213 240 261 271 276 D Out - door Chinkings . THE WORLD , now CONTENTS . LX.
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... memory of something loved and lost . She knelt upon the turf , and bending low , still read the records of the truant's wanderings , and followed them . But the shadows fell too heavily at last , and she sat among the flowers and wept ...
... memory of something loved and lost . She knelt upon the turf , and bending low , still read the records of the truant's wanderings , and followed them . But the shadows fell too heavily at last , and she sat among the flowers and wept ...
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... memory of a less melancholy fate . " Our Defences . " WHO talks of arsenals and armories - of Colt's Revolvers and " Dupont's best , " when , on this quiet farm , in this peaceful neighborhood , where every body believes in the New ...
... memory of a less melancholy fate . " Our Defences . " WHO talks of arsenals and armories - of Colt's Revolvers and " Dupont's best , " when , on this quiet farm , in this peaceful neighborhood , where every body believes in the New ...
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... memory and meditation . They some how soften the mental sur- face , trampled and trodden down by many - footed interest , and let the buried germs of the past , and the half - forgotten , up through the parched and indu- rated soil ...
... memory and meditation . They some how soften the mental sur- face , trampled and trodden down by many - footed interest , and let the buried germs of the past , and the half - forgotten , up through the parched and indu- rated soil ...
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... Memory rest upon the Rain ? The Rain that brightens the past and revives its withered and with- ering flowers . But alas ! for it , the warmest , softest , sweetest Rain - e'en the Rain that Mercy is likened to - can- not restore to ...
... Memory rest upon the Rain ? The Rain that brightens the past and revives its withered and with- ering flowers . But alas ! for it , the warmest , softest , sweetest Rain - e'en the Rain that Mercy is likened to - can- not restore to ...
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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!