Selections from the Poets ...: For the Use of SchoolsC. Sherman, 1852 - 183 páginas |
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... FULL many a light thought man may cherish , Full many an idle deed may do ; Yet not a deed or thought shall perish Not one but he shall bless or rue . 18 THOUGHT AND DEED . When by the wind the 2 * Thought and Deed Kennedy,
... FULL many a light thought man may cherish , Full many an idle deed may do ; Yet not a deed or thought shall perish Not one but he shall bless or rue . 18 THOUGHT AND DEED . When by the wind the 2 * Thought and Deed Kennedy,
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... ( Blessed be the art that can immortalize , The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it , ) here shines on me still the same . Faithful remembrancer of one so dear , Oh , welcome guest , though unexpected here ! Who biddest me ...
... ( Blessed be the art that can immortalize , The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it , ) here shines on me still the same . Faithful remembrancer of one so dear , Oh , welcome guest , though unexpected here ! Who biddest me ...
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... bless And fill our souls with joy ? Are the creatures dear still clinging near ? Do we hear loved voices come ? Do we gaze on eyes whose glances shed A halo round our home ? Oh , if we do , let thanks be poured To Him who hath spared ...
... bless And fill our souls with joy ? Are the creatures dear still clinging near ? Do we hear loved voices come ? Do we gaze on eyes whose glances shed A halo round our home ? Oh , if we do , let thanks be poured To Him who hath spared ...
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... bless her child . Years rolled on , but the last one sped- My idol was shattered , my earth star fled : I learned how much the heart could bear , When I saw her die in that old arm chair . 90 THE CHRISTIAN VOYAGER . ' Tis past ! ' 8 *
... bless her child . Years rolled on , but the last one sped- My idol was shattered , my earth star fled : I learned how much the heart could bear , When I saw her die in that old arm chair . 90 THE CHRISTIAN VOYAGER . ' Tis past ! ' 8 *
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... blessed night . Hark ye , neighbours , and hear me tell , Eleven sounds on the belfry bell : Eleven apostles , of holy mind , Taught the gospel to mankind . Human watch , & c . Hark ye , neighbours , and hear me tell , Twelve resounds ...
... blessed night . Hark ye , neighbours , and hear me tell , Eleven sounds on the belfry bell : Eleven apostles , of holy mind , Taught the gospel to mankind . Human watch , & c . Hark ye , neighbours , and hear me tell , Twelve resounds ...
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away-I am passing beams beautiful belfry bell BERNARD BARTON bless bloom breast breath bright brow bucket CHARLES SWAIN clouds cold cold heaven dark death decay deep doth e'en earth ELIZA COOK fade fear feeling flowers gather the fragments Give not thy glory glowing guiding ray Hark ye hath hear me tell heart heaven holy hope hour household Human watch kind to thy knitting-work Learn to labour life's light lips look Lord will provide MARY HOWITT meadows brown mingled morning Murillo N. P. WILLIS ne'er Never give Never mind nigh night November rain o'er Ocean old arm chair old oaken bucket PAINTER OF SEVILLE passing away-I prayer round sigh silent smile song sorrow soul Speak gently spirit storm sweet tears tempests thine things Thou art Thou hast thought thy hand trees trust truth has taught Try-try Twas voice weary wild wind youth
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Página 108 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane— as I do here.
Página 129 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Página 107 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they ? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Página 40 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Página 41 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long, 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief. Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Página 65 - But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen, And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light...
Página 44 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies.
Página 74 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Página 85 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try : Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.
Página 75 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of Ocean on his winding shore...