The Christian Parlor Magazine, Zväzok 3J. H. Pratt & Company, 1847 |
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Strana 10
... less of symmetry in his mind than in his body . He had the power and the splendor of genius without its ec- centricity . While he was capable of pro- found investigation , and sometimes pushed his inquiries very far into the regions of ...
... less of symmetry in his mind than in his body . He had the power and the splendor of genius without its ec- centricity . While he was capable of pro- found investigation , and sometimes pushed his inquiries very far into the regions of ...
Strana 12
... less , - What man had done we dared to do , Nor dreamed but of success . Where are our aspirations now ? Our visions , where are they ? They people Memory's wilderness , Lorn victims of decay ! The electric thrill we rendered back To ...
... less , - What man had done we dared to do , Nor dreamed but of success . Where are our aspirations now ? Our visions , where are they ? They people Memory's wilderness , Lorn victims of decay ! The electric thrill we rendered back To ...
Strana 13
... less talents . He had just graduated at Princeton , and was not the less willing to undertake the journey , from the consideration that he should there meet his chosen and intimate associate , Edward Crawford . Crawford was a noble ...
... less talents . He had just graduated at Princeton , and was not the less willing to undertake the journey , from the consideration that he should there meet his chosen and intimate associate , Edward Crawford . Crawford was a noble ...
Strana 16
... less realm Whereon they lie : now leaping in their might , They ride the bosom of the dreary waste , Or hasten , in their wildness , till they break On the lone isle that answers back the sound . Methinks I see the Storm King on his ...
... less realm Whereon they lie : now leaping in their might , They ride the bosom of the dreary waste , Or hasten , in their wildness , till they break On the lone isle that answers back the sound . Methinks I see the Storm King on his ...
Strana 19
... less than I did . I said nothing at the time , but soon after asked him how it happened that I was charged so much more than he , when we had had similar accommodations . Oh , " said he , with the utmost naiveté , " you are a gentle ...
... less than I did . I said nothing at the time , but soon after asked him how it happened that I was charged so much more than he , when we had had similar accommodations . Oh , " said he , with the utmost naiveté , " you are a gentle ...
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Strana 16 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Strana 327 - For inquire, I pray thee, of the former age, And prepare thyself to the search of their fathers : (For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, Because our days upon earth are a shadow:) Shall not they teach thee, and tell thee, And utter words out of their heart?
Strana 66 - THE Lord hear thee in the day of trouble; the name of the God of Jacob defend thee; Send thee help from the sanctuary, and strengthen thee out of Zion...
Strana 198 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.
Strana 350 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!
Strana 5 - And behold, I am with thee, and will keep thee in all places whither thou goest, and will bring thee again into this land; for I will not leave thee until I have done that which I have spoken to thee of.
Strana 178 - But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear him; and his righteousness unto children's children ; to such as keep his covenant, and to those that remember his commandments to do them.
Strana 349 - Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
Strana 349 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain— Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?— God!
Strana 246 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.