Kidd's Own Journal, Volumen5William Spooner, 1854 |
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... heart to NATURE's beauties all ; We know not , guess not , of its force or kind , But this full well we know , -When ill doth fall Upon us , when our hearts are sear'd and riven , " Tis then we seek the shade , and raise our eyes to ...
... heart to NATURE's beauties all ; We know not , guess not , of its force or kind , But this full well we know , -When ill doth fall Upon us , when our hearts are sear'd and riven , " Tis then we seek the shade , and raise our eyes to ...
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... heart with them - it is freely theirs . People cry out " What a wicked world this is ! " Who are they that make it wicked ? The world is bright as ever . It is its inhabitants who defile it . jealous individual can be happy . The happy ...
... heart with them - it is freely theirs . People cry out " What a wicked world this is ! " Who are they that make it wicked ? The world is bright as ever . It is its inhabitants who defile it . jealous individual can be happy . The happy ...
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... hearts set before us ; with a sincerity of welcome , too , that makes us love the world better than ever . Of this distinction - so unusual - we ARE proud . It lightens all our cares , draws forth the finest feelings of the human heart ...
... hearts set before us ; with a sincerity of welcome , too , that makes us love the world better than ever . Of this distinction - so unusual - we ARE proud . It lightens all our cares , draws forth the finest feelings of the human heart ...
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... heart beats with pride As he joyfully rests by his bright fire - side . No riches could cause him the thrill of delight That cheers his kind heart as he pictures the sight ; Nor could music create a sensation so sweet As the dear voice ...
... heart beats with pride As he joyfully rests by his bright fire - side . No riches could cause him the thrill of delight That cheers his kind heart as he pictures the sight ; Nor could music create a sensation so sweet As the dear voice ...
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... heart's severest censure of thy fallacy . Thou art the rock on which the Christian builds his faith , by which he is sustained in adverse storms ; and by whose aid he struggles , with the spirit of a giant , against impending evils ...
... heart's severest censure of thy fallacy . Thou art the rock on which the Christian builds his faith , by which he is sustained in adverse storms ; and by whose aid he struggles , with the spirit of a giant , against impending evils ...
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Página 164 - Go, from the creatures thy instructions take; learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; learn from the beasts the physic of the field; thy arts of building from the bee receive ; learn of the mole to plough, the worm to weave ; learn of the little nautilus to sail, spread the thin oar and catch the driving gale.
Página 109 - It is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter than before, The red-breast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field.
Página 63 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went on...
Página 25 - Out of whose womb came the ice? and the hoary frost of heaven, who hath gendered it? The waters are hid as with a stone, and the face of the deep is frozen.
Página 130 - There is something in sickness that breaks down the pride of manhood ; that softens the heart, and brings it back to the feelings of infancy. Who that has languished even in advanced life in sickness and despondency, who that has pined on a weary bed in the neglect and loneliness of a foreign land, but has thought on the mother " that looked on his childhood...
Página 226 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains, and of all that we behold From this green earth : of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create And what perceive...
Página 140 - WHAT is that, Mother ? The lark, my child! The morn has but just looked out, and smiled ; When he starts, from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out, in his Maker's ear: Ever my child, be thy morn's first lays, Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, Mother?
Página 253 - ... whom continual washing cannot cleanse. It is the very same black mud out of which the yellow lily sucks its obscene life and noisome odor. Thus we see, too, in the world that some persons assimilate only what is ugly and evil from the same moral circumstances which supply good and beautiful results — the fragrance of celestial flowers — to the daily life of others.
Página 238 - I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? George Wither.
Página 27 - The beauties of the wilderness are his, That make so gay the solitary place Where no eye sees them. And the fairer forms That cultivation glories in, are his. He sets the bright procession on its way, And marshals all the order of the year. He marks the bounds which winter may not pass, And blunts his pointed fury. In its case Russet and rude, folds up the tender germ Uninjured, with inimitable art, And ere one flowery season fades and dies Designs the blooming wonders of the next.