The Every Day Book for YouthCarter, Hendee and Company, 1834 - 415 páginas |
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... Deep , 43 The poor old Lion , 136 Summer Morning , 44 Swearing , - ib . The Vine , 45 To Seneca Lake , 137 Honesty , Proverbs , Discontent , The Passions , The Fox and the Grapes , Happiness , The Recluse of the Lake , Parental ...
... Deep , 43 The poor old Lion , 136 Summer Morning , 44 Swearing , - ib . The Vine , 45 To Seneca Lake , 137 Honesty , Proverbs , Discontent , The Passions , The Fox and the Grapes , Happiness , The Recluse of the Lake , Parental ...
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... ; A gulf where pathway never led To show the deep beneath ; C A thing we know not , yet we dread , — That dreaded thing is Death . The vaulted void of purple sky That everywhere extends , 12 LIFE , DEATH AND ETERNITY .
... ; A gulf where pathway never led To show the deep beneath ; C A thing we know not , yet we dread , — That dreaded thing is Death . The vaulted void of purple sky That everywhere extends , 12 LIFE , DEATH AND ETERNITY .
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... Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd bower , And shrill lark carols clear from her aerial tour . GOOD MANNERS . Good manners is the art of making people easy . The three sources of good manners are good nature , humility , and good ...
... Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd bower , And shrill lark carols clear from her aerial tour . GOOD MANNERS . Good manners is the art of making people easy . The three sources of good manners are good nature , humility , and good ...
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... deep blue sky , and her whole form seeming to dilate before our eyes . There she stood under the arch formed by two meeting elms , a Hebe , a Psyche , a perfect goddess of youth and joy . The Ridges are very fine things alto- gether ...
... deep blue sky , and her whole form seeming to dilate before our eyes . There she stood under the arch formed by two meeting elms , a Hebe , a Psyche , a perfect goddess of youth and joy . The Ridges are very fine things alto- gether ...
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... Deep calleth into deep . And what are we , That hear the question of that voice sublime ? Oh ! what are all the notes that ever rung From war's vain trumpet , by thy thundering side ! Yea , what is all the riot man can make In his short ...
... Deep calleth into deep . And what are we , That hear the question of that voice sublime ? Oh ! what are all the notes that ever rung From war's vain trumpet , by thy thundering side ! Yea , what is all the riot man can make In his short ...
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Página 251 - ... may profit by their example. If this be treason, make the most of it.
Página 247 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Página 21 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? — The wild brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide, The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean-tide ; The hum of bees ; the linnet's lay of love ; And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
Página 317 - Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions soar, Wait the great teacher, Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast : Man never Is, but always to be blest ; The soul, uneasy, and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Página 24 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Página 341 - Imbrowned the noontide bowers : thus was this place A happy rural seat of various view ; — Groves whose rich trees wept odorous gums and balm, Others, whose fruit, burnished with golden rind, Hung amiable, Hesperian fables * true, If true, here only, and of delicious taste...
Página 44 - With quicken'd step, Brown night retires. Young day pours in apace, And opens all the lawny prospect wide. The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top, Swell on the sight, and brighten with the dawn.
Página 306 - I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And...
Página 335 - THERE is a glorious city in the sea. The sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing ; and the salt sea-weed Clings to the marble of her palaces. No track of men, no footsteps to and fro, Lead to her gates. The path lies o'er the sea, Invisible ; and from the land we went, As to a floating city — steering in, And gliding up her streets as in a dream...
Página 338 - The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea: And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own; And when the ship from his fury flies.