The Blue Monday BookP. Elder, 1905 - 53 pages |
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A. D. T. Whitney Adelaide Adolphus Goss ain't Alice Wellington Rollins Autumn grieves beautiful bee for blessings black event blessed bee to-morrowe blessings of to-day blue brow Butte thankful bee Charles Dickens Christina G earth Elizabeth flowers four-leaf clovers grow George Eliot Goe not halfe-way goe with joy golden grief halfe-way to meete Harebells heart Heart's-ease heaven Henry Ward Beecher James Whitcomb Riley Jean Ingelow joy upon thy lilies little brown leaf lives lost M. F. Butts May's mayest blessed bee meete a coming myth that Autumn never Nokomis pansies rainbow Ralph Waldo Emerson road to Laughtertown Robert Browning rose Rossetti Shadow shalt thou goe short but full sing smiles song sorry fer splash of sunshine stars Sydney Smith thee Theodore Roosevelt There's thorns thou canst thou mayest blessed thy dream To-morrow a Vision toil trouble unclean and evil weather wise Yesterday A Dream
Popular passages
Page 28 - TO one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment ? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel, — an eye...
Page 26 - Saw the rainbow in the heaven, In the eastern sky the rainbow, Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?
Page 25 - I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty; I woke, and found that life was duty. Was thy dream then a shadowy lie? Toil on, sad heart, courageously, And thou shalt find thy dream to be A noonday light and truth to thee...
Page 24 - The higher he's a-getting; The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former.
Page 28 - Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a. debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel, — an eye Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career, He mourns that day so soon has glided by: E'en like the passage of an angel's...
Page 22 - Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove, The Linnet and Thrush say, "I love and I love!" In the winter they're silent — the wind is so strong; What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather, 5 And singing, and loving — all come back together.
Page 22 - THE bird that soars on highest wing, Builds on the ground her lowly nest ; And she that doth most sweetly sing, Sings in the shade when all things rest ; In lark and nightingale we see What honor hath humility. When Mary chose " the better part,
Page 19 - Heaven is not reached at a single bound; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round.
Page 38 - He that holds fast the golden mean And lives contentedly between The little and the great Feels not the wants that pinch the poor Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbittering all his state.