Gems for the Fireside: Comprising the Most Unique, Touching, Pithy, and Beautiful Literary Treasures from the Greatest Minds in the Realms of Poetry and Philosophy, Wit and Humor, Statesmanship and ReligionOtis Henry Tiffany Hubbard Bros., 1883 - 912 strán (strany) |
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Strana 20
... Smiling and the Evening brings us Home 502 Weeping . 268 John Jankin's Sermon 543 BRAINARD , MARY G. The Laugh of a Child . 549 He Knows . 577 Dot Lambs what Mary Haf Got 567 St. John the Aged . . 575 BROOKS , CHARLES T. , ( Translator ) ...
... Smiling and the Evening brings us Home 502 Weeping . 268 John Jankin's Sermon 543 BRAINARD , MARY G. The Laugh of a Child . 549 He Knows . 577 Dot Lambs what Mary Haf Got 567 St. John the Aged . . 575 BROOKS , CHARLES T. , ( Translator ) ...
Strana 38
... smile , Seems , as it issues from the shapeless mould , An emanation of the indwelling life , A visible token of the upholding Love , That are the soul of this wide universe . My heart is awed within me when I think Of the great miracle ...
... smile , Seems , as it issues from the shapeless mould , An emanation of the indwelling life , A visible token of the upholding Love , That are the soul of this wide universe . My heart is awed within me when I think Of the great miracle ...
Strana 47
... smiling manly faces , And the maiden's step is gay , Nor sad by thinking , nor mad by drinking , Nor mopes , nor fools , are they . " Here's pleasure without regretting , And good without abuse , The holiday and bridal Of beauty and of ...
... smiling manly faces , And the maiden's step is gay , Nor sad by thinking , nor mad by drinking , Nor mopes , nor fools , are they . " Here's pleasure without regretting , And good without abuse , The holiday and bridal Of beauty and of ...
Strana 63
... smile When your heart was fit to break- When the hunger pain was gnawing there , And you did it for my sake ; I bless you for the pleasant word , When your heart was sad and sore- Oh ! I'm thankful you are gone , Mary , Where grief can ...
... smile When your heart was fit to break- When the hunger pain was gnawing there , And you did it for my sake ; I bless you for the pleasant word , When your heart was sad and sore- Oh ! I'm thankful you are gone , Mary , Where grief can ...
Strana 64
... smile , And our eyes are closing in slumbers awhile , May the greenwood of soul be in sight . HE stately Homes of England , How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees , O'er all the pleasant land ; The deer across ...
... smile , And our eyes are closing in slumbers awhile , May the greenwood of soul be in sight . HE stately Homes of England , How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees , O'er all the pleasant land ; The deer across ...
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Strana 599 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Strana 207 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, — Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Strana 261 - Thy waters washed them power 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' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Strana 158 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Strana 818 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Strana 202 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Strana 521 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Strana 260 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar : I love not man the less, but nature more...
Strana 278 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Strana 547 - But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.