The Wheat-sheaf; Or, Gleanings for the Wayside and Fireside ...W.P. Hazard, 1853 - 416 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 34
עמוד 20
... brow , Or mar thy hospitality no wave Of mortal tumult to obliterate The soul's marmoreal calmness . Grief should be Like joy , majestic , equable , sedate . Confirming , cleansing , humbling , making free : Strong to consume small ...
... brow , Or mar thy hospitality no wave Of mortal tumult to obliterate The soul's marmoreal calmness . Grief should be Like joy , majestic , equable , sedate . Confirming , cleansing , humbling , making free : Strong to consume small ...
עמוד 32
... brow , Thy soothing hand may press . Thy neighbour ? " Tis the fainting poor , Whose eye with want is dim , Whom hunger sends from door to door : - Go thou and succour him . Thy neighbour ? " Tis the weary man Whose years are at the ...
... brow , Thy soothing hand may press . Thy neighbour ? " Tis the fainting poor , Whose eye with want is dim , Whom hunger sends from door to door : - Go thou and succour him . Thy neighbour ? " Tis the weary man Whose years are at the ...
עמוד 35
... brow . More bent in form , more dim of eye , More faltering in his pace : But time has stamped in dignity , More than it reft of grace . And joy in his age cannot chill , — Memories it need not shun ! The lone , enthusiast of Wadesmill ...
... brow . More bent in form , more dim of eye , More faltering in his pace : But time has stamped in dignity , More than it reft of grace . And joy in his age cannot chill , — Memories it need not shun ! The lone , enthusiast of Wadesmill ...
עמוד 52
... brow of the hill which curves a little in the form of a new moon , a par- tial amphitheatre ; from some unaccountable cause , a person may be heard , with an ordinary modulation of voice , over a space that we thought would contain one ...
... brow of the hill which curves a little in the form of a new moon , a par- tial amphitheatre ; from some unaccountable cause , a person may be heard , with an ordinary modulation of voice , over a space that we thought would contain one ...
עמוד 53
... bow , With gnashing teeth , lips bathed in blood , And cold and livid brow : Go , catch his wandering glance , and see There , mirrored , his soul's misery . 54 LINES BY A LADY . Go , hear what 5 * 53 LINES ON TEMPERANCE,
... bow , With gnashing teeth , lips bathed in blood , And cold and livid brow : Go , catch his wandering glance , and see There , mirrored , his soul's misery . 54 LINES BY A LADY . Go , hear what 5 * 53 LINES ON TEMPERANCE,
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
The Wheat-Sheaf, Or Gleanings for the Wayside and Fireside (Classic Reprint) אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2016 |
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 276 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
עמוד 157 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
עמוד 158 - Oh but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet, — With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet! For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
עמוד 196 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
עמוד 172 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou, most awful form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in...
עמוד 372 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
עמוד 277 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth...
עמוד 197 - The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom — Take the wings Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings...
עמוד 198 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
עמוד 158 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread : Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this