January and JuneOakley and Mason, 1868 - Всего страниц: 280 |
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... sings through the deepening twilight on into the moonlight ; and if you creep suffi- ciently near , you will see that it positively beats time with its little foot upon the log , and hear , be- tween the strains , a click like that of a ...
... sings through the deepening twilight on into the moonlight ; and if you creep suffi- ciently near , you will see that it positively beats time with its little foot upon the log , and hear , be- tween the strains , a click like that of a ...
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... singing , and sighing , and cursing , and blessing of all day yes- terday - the music of the Summer all written out in legible score - notes sparkling and beautiful , every one - do you think a civic crown could have made him greater or ...
... singing , and sighing , and cursing , and blessing of all day yes- terday - the music of the Summer all written out in legible score - notes sparkling and beautiful , every one - do you think a civic crown could have made him greater or ...
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... and the birds were all singing aloud . The violets looking a prayer , With eyes that upturned so tearful and true , Like Mary's of old , when forgiven , Had caught the reflection and mirrored it there , As 32 JANUARY AND JUNE .
... and the birds were all singing aloud . The violets looking a prayer , With eyes that upturned so tearful and true , Like Mary's of old , when forgiven , Had caught the reflection and mirrored it there , As 32 JANUARY AND JUNE .
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... sing ; The groan of the wretched , the laugh of the glad , Are blent with the breath of a prayer ; The sigh of the dying , the whisper of love , A vow that was broken , are there ! There dimly they float , ' mid the ripe , golden hours ...
... sing ; The groan of the wretched , the laugh of the glad , Are blent with the breath of a prayer ; The sigh of the dying , the whisper of love , A vow that was broken , are there ! There dimly they float , ' mid the ripe , golden hours ...
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... sing " Sweet Home , " in Heaven . With how many blended hearts , from Plymouth to the Prairie , " Dundee's wild war- bling measures rose " last Sabbath morn - the strain the Covenanters sang - the tune that lingers yet along the banks ...
... sing " Sweet Home , " in Heaven . With how many blended hearts , from Plymouth to the Prairie , " Dundee's wild war- bling measures rose " last Sabbath morn - the strain the Covenanters sang - the tune that lingers yet along the banks ...
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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!