Flowers Plucked by a Traveller on the Journey of LifeGeorge W. Light, 1840 - 72 pagina's |
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Pagina 21
Charles Taber Congdon. SPRING . Each spot thy footsteps haunt below , Thy glorious skies above , And e'en thy slightest tones but breathe The effluence of love . 21 THE BIRTH OF A NATION . " Shall the prey.
Charles Taber Congdon. SPRING . Each spot thy footsteps haunt below , Thy glorious skies above , And e'en thy slightest tones but breathe The effluence of love . 21 THE BIRTH OF A NATION . " Shall the prey.
Pagina 22
... tones of angels ' voices , thrilling among the desolate chords and weary hearts ' strings . " - Thome and Kimball's Emancipation in the West Indies .. ' Tis midnight - yet the place of prayer Fills with the gathering throng : At such an ...
... tones of angels ' voices , thrilling among the desolate chords and weary hearts ' strings . " - Thome and Kimball's Emancipation in the West Indies .. ' Tis midnight - yet the place of prayer Fills with the gathering throng : At such an ...
Pagina 23
... tones of midnight bell The day's last moments call- Slowly , as if they beat the knell Of childhood's funeral . Ye tell no tale of wo or pain : O tones ! beat faster , far ! Ye call a race to life again , As from the sepulchre . Above ...
... tones of midnight bell The day's last moments call- Slowly , as if they beat the knell Of childhood's funeral . Ye tell no tale of wo or pain : O tones ! beat faster , far ! Ye call a race to life again , As from the sepulchre . Above ...
Pagina 24
... Tones like an onward river's rush , In the night's deep stillness rung . Again , in trembling accents wild , The husband weds the wife ; Again the mother bears her child , But not a slave for life— To toil in fetters by her side , Or ...
... Tones like an onward river's rush , In the night's deep stillness rung . Again , in trembling accents wild , The husband weds the wife ; Again the mother bears her child , But not a slave for life— To toil in fetters by her side , Or ...
Pagina 30
... tone may illumine all Your visions of by - gone joy— A flower - a bird - or the laughing call Of a free and happy boy ... tones loved of old in our ears are ringing , And there beam upon us remembered eyes , And nature again is over us ...
... tone may illumine all Your visions of by - gone joy— A flower - a bird - or the laughing call Of a free and happy boy ... tones loved of old in our ears are ringing , And there beam upon us remembered eyes , And nature again is over us ...
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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
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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?
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