Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 pages |
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... young Girl , by James T. Fields , To Little Mary , 64 64 21 The Slave Market at Washington , by John G. Whittier , 65 22 23 On seeing in a List of Music , the Waterloo Waltz , ' 67 • 27 31 Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers , by Felicia D ...
... young Girl , by James T. Fields , To Little Mary , 64 64 21 The Slave Market at Washington , by John G. Whittier , 65 22 23 On seeing in a List of Music , the Waterloo Waltz , ' 67 • 27 31 Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers , by Felicia D ...
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... young ; Spotless and pure as snow when freshly driven ; A bright Aurora for the starry sphere Where all is love , and even life forgiven . Bride of immortal beauty - ever dear ! Dost thou await me in thy blest abode ! - While I ...
... young ; Spotless and pure as snow when freshly driven ; A bright Aurora for the starry sphere Where all is love , and even life forgiven . Bride of immortal beauty - ever dear ! Dost thou await me in thy blest abode ! - While I ...
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... young , followed him , with burning tapers in their hands . A young girl carried in her arms a dead child , wrapped in its little winding sheet . The grave was close under the wall , by the church door . A vase of holy water stood ...
... young , followed him , with burning tapers in their hands . A young girl carried in her arms a dead child , wrapped in its little winding sheet . The grave was close under the wall , by the church door . A vase of holy water stood ...
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... young friends ! Help me , for the poor stand in need of comfort : let us try to do them a kindness . How the casements rattle ! and hark , how the bit- ter , biting blast whistles among the trees ! It is very cold , and soon will be ...
... young friends ! Help me , for the poor stand in need of comfort : let us try to do them a kindness . How the casements rattle ! and hark , how the bit- ter , biting blast whistles among the trees ! It is very cold , and soon will be ...
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... young brow , — Then wherefore do we weep ? Her laughing voice made all rejoice , Who caught the happy sound ; There was gladness in her very step , As it lightly touched the ground . The echoes of voice and step are gone , There is ...
... young brow , — Then wherefore do we weep ? Her laughing voice made all rejoice , Who caught the happy sound ; There was gladness in her very step , As it lightly touched the ground . The echoes of voice and step are gone , There is ...
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angels beautiful beneath birds blessing blood bosom breast breath brother brow calm child clouds cold dark death deep divine doth dream earth evil eyes face faith father fear feel flowers freedom friends gentle give grace grave hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY W holy hope hour human JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN G land light lips live look LYDIA MARIA CHILD MARY HOWITT mind mother N. P. WILLIS nature neath never night o'er peace poor prayer prison racter round Rübezahl seemed silent sing slave slavery sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars strong sunshine sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought toil true truth UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA unto Vanity Fair voice weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words young
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Page 270 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
Page 249 - 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 " Song of the Shirt !
Page 249 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Page 165 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Page 67 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 207 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. "And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
Page 208 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 256 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.
Page 165 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm., By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 165 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create,* And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In Nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.