Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 pages |
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... thou art , to dust returnest , 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 ...
... thou art , to dust returnest , 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 ...
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... thou stayed so long ! " THE LIGHT OF STARS . The night is come , but not too soon ; And sinking silently , All ... art , That readest this brief psalm , As one by one thy hopes depart , Be resolute and calm . O , fear not in a ...
... thou stayed so long ! " THE LIGHT OF STARS . The night is come , but not too soon ; And sinking silently , All ... art , That readest this brief psalm , As one by one thy hopes depart , Be resolute and calm . O , fear not in a ...
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... thou await me in thy blest abode ! - While I , Tithonus - like , must linger here , And count each step along the ... Art thou the same as when in manhood's pride I did not waste the gifts which nature gave , Nor slothful lay in ...
... thou await me in thy blest abode ! - While I , Tithonus - like , must linger here , And count each step along the ... Art thou the same as when in manhood's pride I did not waste the gifts which nature gave , Nor slothful lay in ...
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... thy look ; For that frail form which mortals wear The Spirit of the Holiest took , And veiled his perfect brightness there . Not from the cold and shallow fount Of vain philosphy thou art ; He who of old on Syria's mount Thrilled ...
... thy look ; For that frail form which mortals wear The Spirit of the Holiest took , And veiled his perfect brightness there . Not from the cold and shallow fount Of vain philosphy thou art ; He who of old on Syria's mount Thrilled ...
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... thou that I am ? " it has been revealed to that poor unlettered fisherman , not by flesh and blood , but by the word of the Lord , and he can say , " Thou art the Christ the son of the living God . " The Pharisee went his way , and ...
... thou that I am ? " it has been revealed to that poor unlettered fisherman , not by flesh and blood , but by the word of the Lord , and he can say , " Thou art the Christ the son of the living God . " The Pharisee went his way , and ...
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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