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Pagina xlv
... heard us recite our lessons , examined us in the catechism , and then began a little address , which I remember was the same on every occasion . He told us how much greater were the advan- tages of education which we enjoyed than those ...
... heard us recite our lessons , examined us in the catechism , and then began a little address , which I remember was the same on every occasion . He told us how much greater were the advan- tages of education which we enjoyed than those ...
Pagina xlvi
... heard in every neighbor- hood as one of the most common of rural sounds . The freshly - pressed juice of the apples was most agreeable to boyish tastes , and the whole process of gathering the fruit and making the cider came in among ...
... heard in every neighbor- hood as one of the most common of rural sounds . The freshly - pressed juice of the apples was most agreeable to boyish tastes , and the whole process of gathering the fruit and making the cider came in among ...
Pagina l
... heard that the author of " Thanatopsis " was a member of the State legislature , he proceeded to the senate chamber to observe the new poet . He saw there a man of dark complexion , with iron - gray hair , thick eye- brows , well ...
... heard that the author of " Thanatopsis " was a member of the State legislature , he proceeded to the senate chamber to observe the new poet . He saw there a man of dark complexion , with iron - gray hair , thick eye- brows , well ...
Pagina lvi
... and which General Wilson had heard him repeat from memory in his own fine manner . ” — Bry- ant's address m Halleck , 1869 . The poem may be found on p . 419 . pieces seem to be fragments of one and the same Ivi WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT .
... and which General Wilson had heard him repeat from memory in his own fine manner . ” — Bry- ant's address m Halleck , 1869 . The poem may be found on p . 419 . pieces seem to be fragments of one and the same Ivi WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT .
Pagina lix
... heard and perfectly repeated . His art was exquisite . It was absolutely unsuspected ; but it served its truest purpose , for it removed every obstruction to full and complete delivery of his message . " In December , 1867 , Mr. Bryant ...
... heard and perfectly repeated . His art was exquisite . It was absolutely unsuspected ; but it served its truest purpose , for it removed every obstruction to full and complete delivery of his message . " In December , 1867 , Mr. Bryant ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
ALFRED TENNYSON ALICE CARY angel beauty birds blessed bliss bosom boys breast breath bright brow Bryant cheek child cold dark dead dear death doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair father fear feet flowers forever gentle glory golden gone grace grave green hair hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Heigh-ho hope hour JEAN INGELOW JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER kiss lero light lips live look Lord love thee love's lover maid morning mother ne'er never nevermore night o'er pain poems poet praise prayer ROBERT BURNS ROBERT HERRICK Robin Adair rose round SAMUEL LOVER shadows shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears tell tender There's thine things THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought voice weary weep WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind words youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 49 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Pagina 425 - The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Pagina 301 - T^EAR no more the heat o' the sun -*- Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the...
Pagina 242 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Pagina 243 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pagina 324 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Pagina 306 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Pagina 284 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along. With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Pagina 236 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Pagina 236 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.