Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 pages |
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... Faith , by Francis Ann Butler , 45 The Last Wish , · • 19 The Prophet Unveiled , 19 20 Dirge for a young Girl , by James T. Fields , To Little Mary , 67 31 • 27 Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers , by Felicia D. Hemans , 67 31 Dietetic ...
... Faith , by Francis Ann Butler , 45 The Last Wish , · • 19 The Prophet Unveiled , 19 20 Dirge for a young Girl , by James T. Fields , To Little Mary , 67 31 • 27 Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers , by Felicia D. Hemans , 67 31 Dietetic ...
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... Faith , by Lydia Maria Child , Prometheus , by James Russell Lowell , 225 . 218 219 220 To a Waterfowl , by William Cullen Bryant , The Farewell of a Virginia Slave Mother to her Daughters , sold into Southern Bondage , by John G ...
... Faith , by Lydia Maria Child , Prometheus , by James Russell Lowell , 225 . 218 219 220 To a Waterfowl , by William Cullen Bryant , The Farewell of a Virginia Slave Mother to her Daughters , sold into Southern Bondage , by John G ...
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... faith in the unseen God , is but traditional , and not vital . He is an unknown God to them as much as he was to the scoffing Athenians . They do not believe in the soul , but in the body . Motion is to them volition -action is thought ...
... faith in the unseen God , is but traditional , and not vital . He is an unknown God to them as much as he was to the scoffing Athenians . They do not believe in the soul , but in the body . Motion is to them volition -action is thought ...
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... faith , and conse . quent shallowness of insight . That hard - handed la- bourer brought greater riches to my soul than an Eastern merchant laden with pearls . Again I re - stones ; and had none to cry to but with the prophet , peat ...
... faith , and conse . quent shallowness of insight . That hard - handed la- bourer brought greater riches to my soul than an Eastern merchant laden with pearls . Again I re - stones ; and had none to cry to but with the prophet , peat ...
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... faith in manhood's dower ; Man - made in God's own image — and I felt How of our own accord we courted shame , Until to idols like ourselves we knelt , And so renounced the great and glorious claim Of freedom , our immortal heritage . I ...
... faith in manhood's dower ; Man - made in God's own image — and I felt How of our own accord we courted shame , Until to idols like ourselves we knelt , And so renounced the great and glorious claim Of freedom , our immortal heritage . I ...
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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 165 - What then I was. 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 207 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Page 21 - ... coldly The rough river ran — Over the brink of it: Picture it — think of it, Dissolute Man! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care: Fashion'd so slenderly, Young and so fair!
Page 268 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 21 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet than all other?
Page 215 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Page 1 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Page 258 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side...
Page 250 - 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