The Wheat-sheaf; Or, Gleanings for the Wayside and Fireside ...W.P. Hazard, 1853 - 416 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 31
עמוד 27
... seemed tented round With idle sadness . Not a bird sang out But with a mournful meaning : not a cloud , And there were many , but in flitting past Trailed somewhat of its darkness o'er my heart , And loitering , half - becalmed ...
... seemed tented round With idle sadness . Not a bird sang out But with a mournful meaning : not a cloud , And there were many , but in flitting past Trailed somewhat of its darkness o'er my heart , And loitering , half - becalmed ...
עמוד 75
... seemed , As he lay in his innocence there ! But I saw , when she gazed on the same lovely form , Pale as marble , and silent and cold ; But paler and colder her beautiful boy , And the tale of her sorrow was told . 76 PASSING UNDER THE ...
... seemed , As he lay in his innocence there ! But I saw , when she gazed on the same lovely form , Pale as marble , and silent and cold ; But paler and colder her beautiful boy , And the tale of her sorrow was told . 76 PASSING UNDER THE ...
עמוד 78
... seemed for a while , in the intensity of his grief , to be lost to outward scenes . The day of her death was held sacred in his calendar : kept evermore as a day of fasting and humilia- tion . The desolate home was now intolerable , and ...
... seemed for a while , in the intensity of his grief , to be lost to outward scenes . The day of her death was held sacred in his calendar : kept evermore as a day of fasting and humilia- tion . The desolate home was now intolerable , and ...
עמוד 88
... seemed to fill Thy ghostly form . With sudden thrill I saw thee fling thine arms on high , As if in challenge to the sky Aye , all its tempests , -all its fires were tame , To thy fierce flight - thy words of more than flame ! The ...
... seemed to fill Thy ghostly form . With sudden thrill I saw thee fling thine arms on high , As if in challenge to the sky Aye , all its tempests , -all its fires were tame , To thy fierce flight - thy words of more than flame ! The ...
עמוד 98
... seemed to be The dull and heavy beating of the pulses of the sea ; All night I sat unsleeping , for I knew that on the morrow , The ruler and the cruel priest would mock me in my sorrow , Dragged to their place of market , and bargained ...
... seemed to be The dull and heavy beating of the pulses of the sea ; All night I sat unsleeping , for I knew that on the morrow , The ruler and the cruel priest would mock me in my sorrow , Dragged to their place of market , and bargained ...
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