Flowers Plucked by a Traveller on the Journey of LifeGeorge W. Light, 1840 - 72 pagina's |
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Pagina 9
... Mourning , Thoughts under a Tree , Angel Visits , . • The Monitor Friend in Heaven , A Dirge for a Child , A Picture , · · Life , . • • Lines to a Dear Friend , " Trust in Thyself , " Lines Written in Dejection , Valedictory , • 15 • 18 ...
... Mourning , Thoughts under a Tree , Angel Visits , . • The Monitor Friend in Heaven , A Dirge for a Child , A Picture , · · Life , . • • Lines to a Dear Friend , " Trust in Thyself , " Lines Written in Dejection , Valedictory , • 15 • 18 ...
Pagina 16
... mourn a broken dream- But none of hope bereft . Flowers , to which noon gave birth , The being breathing but to flee away , Hopes dimly shining in the future's ray , All - all were of the earth . But thou wert more - far more ! For to ...
... mourn a broken dream- But none of hope bereft . Flowers , to which noon gave birth , The being breathing but to flee away , Hopes dimly shining in the future's ray , All - all were of the earth . But thou wert more - far more ! For to ...
Pagina 39
... clear blue heaven Are shining with the pole - star's ray , Around - above us ; and whene'er I waver in the rushing storm , I soothe my spirit's rising care , By thinking on that angel form . ON A BEAUTIFUL CHILD DRESSED IN DEEP MOURNING .
... clear blue heaven Are shining with the pole - star's ray , Around - above us ; and whene'er I waver in the rushing storm , I soothe my spirit's rising care , By thinking on that angel form . ON A BEAUTIFUL CHILD DRESSED IN DEEP MOURNING .
Pagina 40
... how thou speakest of our life , Our sunshine and our night ; Earth cannot nurse one heavenly form But feels its withering blight ! ON A CHILD IN MOURNING . Though now where'er thy 40 On a Beautiful Child dressed in Deep Mourning,
... how thou speakest of our life , Our sunshine and our night ; Earth cannot nurse one heavenly form But feels its withering blight ! ON A CHILD IN MOURNING . Though now where'er thy 40 On a Beautiful Child dressed in Deep Mourning,
Pagina 41
Charles Taber Congdon. ON A CHILD IN MOURNING . Though now where'er thy footsteps roam Thou biddest all rejoice , Well know I , by thy eye's dark glance , And by thy deep - toned voice , 41 That when the warm - warm love was crushed Of ...
Charles Taber Congdon. ON A CHILD IN MOURNING . Though now where'er thy footsteps roam Thou biddest all rejoice , Well know I , by thy eye's dark glance , And by thy deep - toned voice , 41 That when the warm - warm love was crushed Of ...
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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
Populaire passages
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 22 - Father's throne. taken fwm tfye liShnll the prey bo taken from the mighty, or the lawful captive delivered?
Pagina 1 - Flowers Plucked by a Traveller on the Journey of Life. By. Charles T. Congdon. Boston, 1840.