The Young Ladies' Class Book: A Selection of Lessons for Reading, in Prose and VerseGould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1841 - 408 páginas |
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... cold material laws ! And yet , fair bow , no fabling dreams , But words of the Most High , Have told why first thy robe of beams Was woven in the sky . When , o'er the green , undeluged earth , Heaven's 20 YOUNG LADIES ' CLASS BOOK ...
... cold material laws ! And yet , fair bow , no fabling dreams , But words of the Most High , Have told why first thy robe of beams Was woven in the sky . When , o'er the green , undeluged earth , Heaven's 20 YOUNG LADIES ' CLASS BOOK ...
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... cold despair beneath the cypress shade , To sleep the eternal sleep , that knows no morn : There , eager still to burst death's brazen bands , The angel of the resurrection stands ; While , on its own immortal pinions borne , Following ...
... cold despair beneath the cypress shade , To sleep the eternal sleep , that knows no morn : There , eager still to burst death's brazen bands , The angel of the resurrection stands ; While , on its own immortal pinions borne , Following ...
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... cold embrace ? Did sickness humble the pride of your man- hood , or did care whiten your temples before the time ? How often , in your wanderings , did the peaceful image of your home present itself to your mind ! How often did you ...
... cold embrace ? Did sickness humble the pride of your man- hood , or did care whiten your temples before the time ? How often , in your wanderings , did the peaceful image of your home present itself to your mind ! How often did you ...
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... cold November rain Calls not , from out the gloomy earth , the lovely ones again . The wind - flower and the violet , they perished long ago , And the wild - rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow ; But on the hill the golden ...
... cold November rain Calls not , from out the gloomy earth , the lovely ones again . The wind - flower and the violet , they perished long ago , And the wild - rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow ; But on the hill the golden ...
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... cold , moist earth we laid her when the forest cast the leaf , And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief ; Yet not unmeet it was , that one , like that young friend of ours , So gentle and so beautiful , should perish ...
... cold , moist earth we laid her when the forest cast the leaf , And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief ; Yet not unmeet it was , that one , like that young friend of ours , So gentle and so beautiful , should perish ...
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Página 319 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Página 104 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Página 222 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Página 371 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown ; Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Página 42 - Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade and glen. And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home, 4» When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers, whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find...
Página 335 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
Página 368 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Página 334 - Must we but blush?— Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no;— the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one, arise,— we come, we come!
Página 369 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Página 279 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipp'd the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...