Essays for Summer HoursJames Munroe, 1843 - 250 páginas |
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Autumn beautiful behold beneath birds black bass bosom breath breeze brooklet canoe CHARLES LANMAN child choly clouds cottage dark dear death deep distant dreams dwell earth echo emblem eternal feelings floating flowers forest Garden of Eden gathered gaze glorious gone grave green happy hear heard heart heaven hills Holy Bible hour Indian Lake Michigan lakes land laugh listen live lonely look luxury Mary Howitt Mediterranean sea melan mighty mind minstrels Mirth and sadness morning mountains murmur Nature night noble ocean pass peace pleasant dreams pleasure poet poor rest river river Raisin Sabbath scenes shadows silent sleeping slumber smile song sorrow soul sound spirit sported Star of Bethlehem stars streams summer sweet thee thing thou thought thousand trees twilight valley village voice wander waters waves whip-poor-will wigwam wind woods yonder young
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Página 152 - As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth : For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone ; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Página 123 - As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head. The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Página 20 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering Worth is...
Página 200 - Dust, to its narrow house beneath ! Soul, to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death. No more may fear to die.
Página 121 - There is a glorious city in the sea; The sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing; and the salt seaweed Clings to the marble of her palaces.
Página 232 - Till the Ledaean stars, so famed for love, Wonder'd at us from above! We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine; But search of deep philosophy, Wit, eloquence, and poetry — Arts which I loved, for they, my friend, were thine.
Página 20 - Heav'n, He, ruin'd, sink! Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!
Página 32 - I would not live alway ; no — welcome the tomb, Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom; There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise, To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
Página 204 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell...
Página 166 - Hath ceased ; all, all around is quietness. Less fearful on this day, the limping hare Stops, and looks back, and stops, and looks on man, Her deadliest foe. The toil-worn horse, set free, Unheedful of the pasture, roams at large ; And, as his stiff unwieldy bulk he rolls, His iron-armed hoofs gleam in the morning ray.