Flowers Plucked by a Traveller on the Journey of LifeGeorge W. Light, 1840 - 72 pagina's |
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Pagina 18
... past and yet untrodden ways , Would that ' neath heaven might flee my breath , While played around my brow the western gale , And wood bird sang its spirit - soothing song , With their glad music swept the brooks along , And the bright ...
... past and yet untrodden ways , Would that ' neath heaven might flee my breath , While played around my brow the western gale , And wood bird sang its spirit - soothing song , With their glad music swept the brooks along , And the bright ...
Pagina 29
... past scenes , we cast the eye , As when life was young we strained our gaze , To scan the page of futurity ; And each dream of thy quiet and musing hours , Which gilded life's coming tears , Seem clustered around like morning flowers ...
... past scenes , we cast the eye , As when life was young we strained our gaze , To scan the page of futurity ; And each dream of thy quiet and musing hours , Which gilded life's coming tears , Seem clustered around like morning flowers ...
Pagina 35
... past . Again the murmuring trees I hear , Of our ancestral hall , Again there falleth on mine ear My mother's low sweet call . " And brightly flitteth by me now , My girlhood's golden day , When with light step and laughing brow , I ...
... past . Again the murmuring trees I hear , Of our ancestral hall , Again there falleth on mine ear My mother's low sweet call . " And brightly flitteth by me now , My girlhood's golden day , When with light step and laughing brow , I ...
Pagina 38
... past , Which told to my unwilling ear Of many a lot like hers o'ercast , And as bright flowers sere . And then I could but hope - but pray , That her's a cloudless sky might be , A VISION OF BEAUTY . 39 That tempestless might be 38 A ...
... past , Which told to my unwilling ear Of many a lot like hers o'ercast , And as bright flowers sere . And then I could but hope - but pray , That her's a cloudless sky might be , A VISION OF BEAUTY . 39 That tempestless might be 38 A ...
Pagina 41
... past . And it was well ; -could childhood brook That stern grief's slow decay , That eateth , sharp as serpent's tooth , Man's stubborn heart away ! What strange , strange thoughts were in thy breast , Upon that woful day , When bending ...
... past . And it was well ; -could childhood brook That stern grief's slow decay , That eateth , sharp as serpent's tooth , Man's stubborn heart away ! What strange , strange thoughts were in thy breast , Upon that woful day , When bending ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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.