January and June: Being Out-door Thinkings and Fire-side MusingsS. Hueston, 1854 - Всего страниц: 281 |
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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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... or the 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.
... or the 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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... 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 Orchard . What John Rogers - like families of infant mice were ...
... 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 Orchard . What John Rogers - like families of infant mice were ...
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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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aloft amid barque beat beautiful beneath billows bird bless blue blue air body bosom breath Cape Horn cloud Cochin China comes cradle Daguerreotype dark dead Dead Past dream earth eyes fellow fire flowers flung flutter footfall Fourth of July glitter glory glow gold gone grave gray green grow half hand heard heart Heaven hens hope iron June KNICKERBOCKER Knickerbocker Magazine leaf light Lignite linger lips look lustrum memory morning mother never night o'er old Saxon old-fashioned quail rain remember rock Rotten Stone round rustle shadow sigh silver sing smile song stars summer sunbeams swallow's nest sweet swelling swinging tears thee There's thing thought three-cent pieces thunder tree tune turned uttered Vine voice waiting wave Whip-poor-Will whisper wind window wings wonder woods word
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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. 228 - Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold, Molten, graven, hammered and rolled ; Heavy to get, and light to hold ; Hoarded, bartered, bought, and sold, Stolen, borrowed, squandered, doled : Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old To the very verge of the church-yard mould ; Price of many a crime untold : Gold ! gold ! gold ! gold...
Стр. 19 - I have nought that is fair, saith he : Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again. He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Стр. 263 - O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever.
Стр. 223 - Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was, and the spirit unto God who gave it.
Стр. 71 - Weep no more, lady, weep no more, Thy sorrow is in vain : For, violets pluck'd the sweetest showers Will ne'er make grow again. Our joys as winged dreams do fly, Why then should sorrow last ? Since grief but aggravates thy loss, Grieve not for what is past.
Стр. 151 - ... woods begin to wear the crimson leaf, And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its death. Wind of the sunny south! oh still delay In the gay woods and in the golden air, Like to a good old age released from care, Journeying, in long serenity, away. In such a bright, late quiet, would that I Might wear out life like thee, mid bowers and brooks, And, dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks, And music of kind voices ever nigh; And when my last sand twinkled...
Стр. 150 - AY. thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath ! . When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf, And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its death. Wind of the sunny south ! oh, still delay In the gay woods and in the golden air, Like to a good old age released from care, Journeying, in long serenity, away.
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. 150 - WHEN the last sunshine of expiring day In summer's twilight weeps itself away, Who hath not felt the softness of the hour Sink on the heart, as dew along the flower? With a pure feeling which absorbs and awes While nature makes that melancholy pause, Her breathing moment on the bridge where Time Of light and darkness forms an arch sublime.