January and JuneOakley and Mason, 1868 - Всего страниц: 280 |
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... whisper of love , A vow that was broken , are there ! There dimly they float , ' mid the ripe , golden hours , Along the bright trellis of air ; The smothered good - bye , and the whisper of love , The ban and the blessing are there ...
... whisper of love , A vow that was broken , are there ! There dimly they float , ' mid the ripe , golden hours , Along the bright trellis of air ; The smothered good - bye , and the whisper of love , The ban and the blessing are there ...
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... whisper of Omnipotence to breathe , but a stone , blasted , and pried , and tugged , and lifted from some body's quarry ; perforated , and chipped , and hewn ; modelled in clay by a man in an apron , and wrought out " by the hardest ...
... whisper of Omnipotence to breathe , but a stone , blasted , and pried , and tugged , and lifted from some body's quarry ; perforated , and chipped , and hewn ; modelled in clay by a man in an apron , and wrought out " by the hardest ...
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... whispering and all of a flutter , dodging up here , and nestling down there , like truants in the " Entry , " during school hours . On thunders the Train , and up jump the Bushes . Bushes indeed ; TREES , forest trees , trees of a cen ...
... whispering and all of a flutter , dodging up here , and nestling down there , like truants in the " Entry , " during school hours . On thunders the Train , and up jump the Bushes . Bushes indeed ; TREES , forest trees , trees of a cen ...
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... whisper breathed beneath the shadow of " King's Mountain " in the " old North State , " went crashing in echoes round the entire world— Oh ! wild was that dawning ! No welcome of words , No star to foretell it — no warbling of birds— No ...
... whisper breathed beneath the shadow of " King's Mountain " in the " old North State , " went crashing in echoes round the entire world— Oh ! wild was that dawning ! No welcome of words , No star to foretell it — no warbling of birds— No ...
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... , and tossing - the welcome of the Woods to the gentle wind . Deep , dark , glossy - vel . vety and silken greens are blended in the blast . What a whispering , and elbowing , and crowding there 118 JANUARY AND JUNE .
... , and tossing - the welcome of the Woods to the gentle wind . Deep , dark , glossy - vel . vety and silken greens are blended in the blast . What a whispering , and elbowing , and crowding there 118 JANUARY AND JUNE .
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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!