Flowers Plucked by a Traveller on the Journey of LifeGeorge W. Light, 1840 - 72 páginas |
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... holy treasure , To make Life lengthened pleasure . These hearts of ours , that we Make founts of misery , Might flow with holy joy , In man as well as boy ; But we shape them to new fashions , Excluding holy passions , Fostering frozen ...
... holy treasure , To make Life lengthened pleasure . These hearts of ours , that we Make founts of misery , Might flow with holy joy , In man as well as boy ; But we shape them to new fashions , Excluding holy passions , Fostering frozen ...
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... holy teaching , The woods , with merry sound , The mountains girdling round , The stars , like vestal virgins , Ever strengthening holy urgings , The years still onward hurrying , The sexton ever burying , 61 The green graves without ...
... holy teaching , The woods , with merry sound , The mountains girdling round , The stars , like vestal virgins , Ever strengthening holy urgings , The years still onward hurrying , The sexton ever burying , 61 The green graves without ...
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... holy heart My memory from oblivion save ; And if for me a tear should start , Oh ! let it fall upon my grave , And there shall spring from sod by such tears wet , Sweet modest flowers - the rose , the violet . " TRUST IN THYSELF . ” Ан ...
... holy heart My memory from oblivion save ; And if for me a tear should start , Oh ! let it fall upon my grave , And there shall spring from sod by such tears wet , Sweet modest flowers - the rose , the violet . " TRUST IN THYSELF . ” Ан ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ANGEL VISITS beautiful beneath bitterness bless blest blue blue skies bosom BOSTON-LIBRARY SOCIETY breath bright brooks brother brow by-gone cheek cheer child's a thing CHILDHOOD cold coming darksome Death DIRGE doth dream e'er earth hath earthly fair child's flowers flowers-the FRIEND IN HEAVEN gaze glad grave hale old hath given heart heavenly holy hope hour impulse smother Journeying know'st LADY ARABELLA JOHNSON laughing lessons light lips that fair look memory's merry MONITOR FRIEND mortal mother neath pleasant PLUCKED scorn Seraphic sere shadowy shalt mourn shining shower-like Sing skies and green smiling song sorrow soul strangely o'er sunbeams sweet swift tale tears thine thing of praise thou art thou hast seen thou shalt thought throng Thy spirit tomb trees TRUST IN THYSELF truth hath learned VALEDICTORY VISION Voice of spring warm weep wert West Indies Ye have flown young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 3 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Página 22 - ... and honor, and glory to God, who had come down for their deliverance. In such exercises, the evening was spent, until the hour of twelve approached. The missionary then proposed, that when the clock on the Cathedral should begin to strike, the whole congregation should fall upon their knees, and receive the boon of freedom in silence. Accordingly, as the loud bell tolled its first note, the crowded assembly prostrated themselves on their knees.
Página 22 - The capacious house was filled with the candidates for liberty. All was animation and eagerness. A mighty chorus of voices swelled the song of expectation and joy, and as they united in prayer, the voice of the leader was drowned in the universal acclamation...
Página 22 - All was silence, save the quivering half-stifled breath of the struggling spirit. The slow notes of the clock fell upon the multitude ; peal on peal, peal on peal, rolled over the prostrate throng, in tones of angels' voices, thrilling among the desolate chords and weary heart-strings.
Página 29 - Here, in this mirror, Let man behold the circuit of his fortunes ; The season of the Spring dawns like the Morning, Bedewing Childhood with unrelish'd beauties Of gaudy sights ; the Summer, as the Noon, Shines in delight of Youth, and ripens strength To Autumn's Manhood ; here the Evening grows, And knits up all felicity in folly : Winter at last draws on the Night of Age...
Página 22 - Father's throne. taken fwm tfye liShnll the prey bo taken from the mighty, or the lawful captive delivered?
Página 1 - Flowers Plucked by a Traveller on the Journey of Life. By. Charles T. Congdon. Boston, 1840.