January and JuneOakley and Mason, 1868 - Всего страниц: 280 |
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... turned about upon his perch as noncha- lant as a Regent Street fashionable . There was a little swelling in his throat . Was it a rising sigh ? Nothing of the sort ; for he warbled a ditty — not of the strongest , we confess , but then ...
... turned about upon his perch as noncha- lant as a Regent Street fashionable . There was a little swelling in his throat . Was it a rising sigh ? Nothing of the sort ; for he warbled a ditty — not of the strongest , we confess , but then ...
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... 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.
... 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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Benjamin Franklin Taylor. If this identical implement had been turned into a dozen good broad - swords , in these " piping times of peace , " it would have hastened the Millennium , at least one generation , in the Meadow back of the ...
Benjamin Franklin Taylor. If this identical implement had been turned into a dozen good broad - swords , in these " piping times of peace , " it would have hastened the Millennium , at least one generation , in the Meadow back of the ...
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... turned to stone ; stone that was hewn into temples ; temples that mould- ered to dust ; dust that was flung to the winds ; winds that swelled the sails of the Argonauts . And the SCULPTURE ? The Sculpture is there still ! By the ...
... turned to stone ; stone that was hewn into temples ; temples that mould- ered to dust ; dust that was flung to the winds ; winds that swelled the sails of the Argonauts . And the SCULPTURE ? The Sculpture is there still ! By the ...
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... turned the color of fame ! Wonderfully rare were the trinkets strown about that cradle ; the Land of the vale , the viol , and the vine , flung over the water a snowy lily from the gardens 64 JANUARY AND JUNE . Fourth of July.
... turned the color of fame ! Wonderfully rare were the trinkets strown about that cradle ; the Land of the vale , the viol , and the vine , flung over the water a snowy lily from the gardens 64 JANUARY AND JUNE . Fourth of July.
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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!