Town's Third Reader: Containing a Selection of Lessons, Exclusively from American AuthorsR.C. Root, 1845 - 252 páginas |
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... heaven ! Oh ! were this fluttering spirit free , How quick ' twould spread its wings to thee ! How calmly , brightly ... heaven's own air , Their hopes , their joys , together , share ; While hovering angels touch the string , And ...
... heaven ! Oh ! were this fluttering spirit free , How quick ' twould spread its wings to thee ! How calmly , brightly ... heaven's own air , Their hopes , their joys , together , share ; While hovering angels touch the string , And ...
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... Heaven for the imi- tation of mankind , brought to its final perfection . Then was the complete idea of freedom exemplified and explained . The mission for which he was sent , was accomplished — and the wide earth may now rejoice in the ...
... Heaven for the imi- tation of mankind , brought to its final perfection . Then was the complete idea of freedom exemplified and explained . The mission for which he was sent , was accomplished — and the wide earth may now rejoice in the ...
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... heaven shall bless the toil : - Your own the produce , and your own the soil . There cities rise , and spiry towns increase , With gilded domes and every art of peace . There Cultivation shall extend his power , Rear the green blade ...
... heaven shall bless the toil : - Your own the produce , and your own the soil . There cities rise , and spiry towns increase , With gilded domes and every art of peace . There Cultivation shall extend his power , Rear the green blade ...
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... heaven are moving on continually to music , and that the sounds we daily listen to are but a part of a melody that reaches to the very centre of God's illimi- table spheres . • It is not mere poetry to talk of the " voices of sum- mer ...
... heaven are moving on continually to music , and that the sounds we daily listen to are but a part of a melody that reaches to the very centre of God's illimi- table spheres . • It is not mere poetry to talk of the " voices of sum- mer ...
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... heaven , is the music of the human voice . I doubt whether all voices are not ca- pable of it , though there must be degrees in it as in beauty . The tones of affection in all children are sweet , and we know not how much their ...
... heaven , is the music of the human voice . I doubt whether all voices are not ca- pable of it , though there must be degrees in it as in beauty . The tones of affection in all children are sweet , and we know not how much their ...
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Página 213 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony and shroud and pall And breathless darkness and the narrow house...
Página 242 - If we wish to be free ; if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending; if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon, until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained — we must fight ! I repeat it, sir, — we must fight ! An appeal to arms, and to the God of hosts, is all that is left us ! They tell us, sir, that we are weak, —...
Página 16 - Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! Let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Página 215 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those who in their turn shall follow them.
Página 229 - The graces taught in the schools, the costly ornaments and studied contrivances of speech shock and disgust men when their own lives and the fate of their wives, their children and their country hang on the decision of the hour. Then words have lost their power, rhetoric is vain and all elaborate oratory contemptible.
Página 215 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 147 - Oh, the grave ! the grave ! It buries every error, covers every defect, extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him...
Página 147 - But the grave of those we loved, what a place for meditation! There it is that we call up in long review the whole history of virtue and gentleness, and the thousand endearments lavished upon us, almost unheeded in the daily intercourse of intimacy; there it is that we dwell upon the tenderness, the solemn, awful tenderness of the parting scene; the bed of death, with all its stifled griefs, its noiseless attendance, its mute, watchful assiduities.
Página 146 - No, the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of the soul. If it has its woes, it has likewise its delights; and when the overwhelming burst of grief is calmed into the gentle tear of recollection...
Página 235 - With noiseless foot he paces the lonely hall, half lighted by the moon; he winds up the ascent of the stairs, and reaches the door of the chamber.