Flowers Plucked by a Traveller on the Journey of LifeGeorge W. Light, 1840 - 72 pagina's |
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Pagina 11
... tell the world , how a journeyer On life's way , has been plucking flowers ! And though the flowers were humble , That the poet plucked here and there , Yet say that still he watched them With a father's care . Say , how , when life ...
... tell the world , how a journeyer On life's way , has been plucking flowers ! And though the flowers were humble , That the poet plucked here and there , Yet say that still he watched them With a father's care . Say , how , when life ...
Pagina 16
... tell Its first short hour . I had seen many left Among the quicksands of life's treacherous stream , And many a spirit mourn a broken dream- But none of hope bereft . Flowers , to which noon gave birth , The being breathing but to flee ...
... tell Its first short hour . I had seen many left Among the quicksands of life's treacherous stream , And many a spirit mourn a broken dream- But none of hope bereft . Flowers , to which noon gave birth , The being breathing but to flee ...
Pagina 17
... have spoken , And marked thee for the dead . And I my voice would raise Amidst a parent's and a sister's wail , And give a simple verse to tell thy tale- A leaflet to thy praise . 17 ON READING BRYANT'S THANATOPSIS . OH ! when thy hand 2 *
... have spoken , And marked thee for the dead . And I my voice would raise Amidst a parent's and a sister's wail , And give a simple verse to tell thy tale- A leaflet to thy praise . 17 ON READING BRYANT'S THANATOPSIS . OH ! when thy hand 2 *
Pagina 23
... tell no tale of wo or pain : O tones ! beat faster , far ! Ye call a race to life again , As from the sepulchre . Above that throng those notes have flown , In silence bended low , Save when the short half - stifled moan Told of the ...
... tell no tale of wo or pain : O tones ! beat faster , far ! Ye call a race to life again , As from the sepulchre . Above that throng those notes have flown , In silence bended low , Save when the short half - stifled moan Told of the ...
Pagina 37
... was her fate , To speak her soul's strong passion well , Her heart's o'erflowing happiness ; Or in deep burning tones to tell , Her blighted spirit's bitterness . A glittering idol stood she there , For many a 37 A Vision of Beauty,
... was her fate , To speak her soul's strong passion well , Her heart's o'erflowing happiness ; Or in deep burning tones to tell , Her blighted spirit's bitterness . A glittering idol stood she there , For many a 37 A Vision of Beauty,
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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.