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... answered still , " To - morrow . " THE NATIVE LAND . FEOM THE SPANISH OF FRANCISCO DE ALDANA . CLEAR fount of light ! my native land on high , Bright with a glory that shall never fade ! Mansion of truth ! without a veil or shade , Thy ...
... answered still , " To - morrow . " THE NATIVE LAND . FEOM THE SPANISH OF FRANCISCO DE ALDANA . CLEAR fount of light ! my native land on high , Bright with a glory that shall never fade ! Mansion of truth ! without a veil or shade , Thy ...
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... answer , the Catechism . In the beginning Answered the children with troubled and faltering voice , but the old man's Glances of kindness encouraged them soon , and the doctrines eternaļ Flowed , like the waters of fountains , so clear ...
... answer , the Catechism . In the beginning Answered the children with troubled and faltering voice , but the old man's Glances of kindness encouraged them soon , and the doctrines eternaļ Flowed , like the waters of fountains , so clear ...
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... answer ! Think not , Othink not with guile to deceive the questioning Teacher . ' Sharp is his eye to - day , and a ... Answered the maidens eke . Then dissolved from the brow of the Teacher Clouds with the thunders therein , and he ...
... answer ! Think not , Othink not with guile to deceive the questioning Teacher . ' Sharp is his eye to - day , and a ... Answered the maidens eke . Then dissolved from the brow of the Teacher Clouds with the thunders therein , and he ...
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... answered the children Yes ! with deep sobs interrupted . Then read he the due suppli- cations , Read the Form of Communion , and in chimed the organ and anthem ; O ! Holy Lamb of God , who takest away our transgressions , Hear us ! give ...
... answered the children Yes ! with deep sobs interrupted . Then read he the due suppli- cations , Read the Form of Communion , and in chimed the organ and anthem ; O ! Holy Lamb of God , who takest away our transgressions , Hear us ! give ...
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... would don my hose of homespun gray , And my doublet of linen striped and gay ; Perhaps they will come ; for they do not wed Till to - morrow at seven o'clock , it is said ! " 3 " I know it ! " answered Margaret ; Whom 68 TRANSLATIONS .
... would don my hose of homespun gray , And my doublet of linen striped and gay ; Perhaps they will come ; for they do not wed Till to - morrow at seven o'clock , it is said ! " 3 " I know it ! " answered Margaret ; Whom 68 TRANSLATIONS .
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Page 203 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Page 203 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, . ' Is hanging breathless on thy fate ! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat 289 Were shaped the anchors of thy hope...
Page 1 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living...
Page 477 - This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice, That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice...
Page 470 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow: You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow. Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor.
Page 570 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Page 477 - Excelsior! ,Try not the Pass!' the old man said; ”Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!' And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior! ,O stay,' the maiden said, ,and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Page 508 - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore ! For, borne on the night-wind of the Past, Through all our history, to the last, In the hour of darkness and peril and need, The people will waken and listen to hear The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed, And the midnight message of Paul Revere.
Page 151 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. * And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 460 - LOST YOUTH. OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea : Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me, And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.