 | 1830 - 428 pagina’s
...inward light might in time break forth, so that we should no longer stand in need of the outer ? Ib. The year is dying away like the sound of bells. The...and finds nothing to move. Only the red berries of the slender tree seem as if they would fain remind us of something cheerful; and the measured beat... | |
 | 1831 - 478 pagina’s
...keep our merry Christmas still. Sir Walter Scolt. THE year is dying away like the sound of bells. TLe wind passes over the stubble, and finds nothing to...thought that in the dry and fallen ear lies so much nourishment and life. — Goethe. The natural features of December partake generally in the character... | |
 | 1841 - 378 pagina’s
...deeds. Jean Paul. HE who can take advice is sometimes superior to him who can give it. Von Krubel. THE year is dying away like the sound of bells. The...to move. Only the red berries of that slender tree 'teeem as if they would fain remind us of something cheerful ; and the measured beat of the thresher's... | |
 | Lydia Maria Child - 1845 - 310 pagina’s
...' How do you do V but in winter it looks a mute farewell. ' The year is dying away,' says Goethe, ' like the sound of bells. The wind passes over the...fallen ear lies so much of nourishment and life.' Thus Hope springs ever from the bosom of sadness. A welcome to the New Year mingles with our fond farewell... | |
 | Lydia Maria Child - 1850 - 300 pagina’s
...' How do you do V but in winter it looks a mute farewell. ' The year is dying away,' says Goethe, ' like the sound of bells. The wind passes over the...thresher's flail calls up the thought that in the dry and fatten ear lies so much of nourishment and life.'1 Thus Hope springs ever from the bosom of sadness.... | |
 | Edward Everett Hale, Lucretia Peabody Hale - 1850 - 290 pagina’s
...wind shook the leaves from the trees, and sighed through the pines ; a dark sky hung over the earth. " The year is dying away, like the sound of bells. The...would fain remind us of something cheerful ; and the meavSiired beat of the threshing-flail calls up the thought that in the dry and fallen ear lies so... | |
 | Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells - 1856 - 878 pagina’s
...passage, which meets us as we open the Drawer for the last time in another year : " The year is going away like the sound of bells. The wind passes over...to move, only the red berries of that slender tree, which seem as if they would remind us of something cheerful; and the measured beat of the thresher's... | |
 | 1856 - 880 pagina’s
...stubble and finds nothing to move, only the red berries of that slender tree, which seem as if they would remind us of something cheerful; and the measured...thresher's flail calls up the thought that in the dry «nd falling car lies so much nourishment and life." One vear goes and another comes. The sun goes... | |
 | Sunbeams - 1861 - 368 pagina’s
...life is overcast, Love, Hope, and Joy, alike adieu ! Would I could add Remembrance too. — Byron. — The year is dying away like the sound of bells. The...remind us of something cheerful ; and the measured bieat of the thrasher's flail calls up the thought that in the dry and fallen year lies so much of... | |
 | Select thoughts, Edwin Davies (D.D.) - 1875 - 858 pagina’s
...Church-bell sad and slow, And tread eoftly and speak low, For the Old Year lies »-dying.— Tennyion. The Year is dying away like the sound of bells. The...finds nothing to move. Only the red berries of that elender free seem as if they would fain remind us of something cheerful ; and the measured l>eat of... | |
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The year is dying away,' says Goethe, ' like the sound of bells. The wind passes over the stubble, and finds nothing to move. Only the red berries of that slender tree seem as if they would fain remind us of something cheerful ; and the measured beat... 
