 | 1875 - 1084 pages
...firm the sandy shore ; .Varies may sink amid its wild conimo ion, These humble toilers ne'er thtir work give o'er. And who shall say the feeblest thought avails not To biud tbe shitting sands upon life's beach 1 Some heart may treasure what we've long forgot, Tbe faintest... | |
 | 1878 - 270 pages
...Weeds — yet they hold in bonds the mighty ocean ! Their slender threads bind firm the sandy sh~re; Navies may sink amid its wild commotion, These humble...The faintest word some soul with power may reach. THE VOICE IN THE TWILIGHT. I WAS sitting alone, toward the twilight, With spirit troubled and vexed,... | |
 | Thomas Edie Hill - 1883 - 542 pages
...Their slender threads bintl firm the sandy shore; Navies may sink amid its wild commotion, These bumble toilers ne'er their work give o'er. And who shall...The faintest word some soul with power may reach. "I SHALL KNOW THE LOVEI) WHO HAVE GUNK BEFORE. 483 \ bfi the river they beckon lo mo, *ovecl ones who've... | |
 | Thomas Edie Hill - 1884
...cause the blood with youth's qnick pulse to flow Weeds—yet they hold in bon'ds the mighty ocean! Their slender threads bind firm the sandy shore; Navies...The faintest word some soul with power may reach. £ OVER THE RIVER. VER the river they beckon to me, Loved ones who've crossed to the farther side;... | |
 | Lydia Louise Anna Very - 1890 - 464 pages
...We call them weeds, the while their uses hidden Weeds—yet they hold in bounds the mighty ocean ! Their slender threads bind firm the sandy shore. Navies...The faintest word some soul with power may reach. PSIMItOSE. What is there in the morning air That bids thy petals to unroll? Thy fragrance rise as 'twere... | |
 | 1900 - 182 pages
...cause the blood wiih youth's quick pulse to flow. Weeds — yet they hold in bounds the mighty ocean ! Their slender threads bind firm the sandy shore. Navies...Life's beach? Some heart may treasure what we've long forgut— The faintest word some soul with power may reach. So thought the Muser as she walked among... | |
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Navies may sink amid its wild commotion, These humble toilers ne'er their work give o'er. And who shall say the feeblest thought avails not To bind the shifting sands upon life's beach ? Some heart may treasure what we've long forgot, The faintest word... 