January and June: Being Out-door Thinkings and Fire-side MusingsS. Hueston, 1854 - 281 páginas |
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... barque , low in the west , and a fringe of silver mist , marks the course of a little stream , stealing through a ravine a quarter of a mile distant . The swash - not a pretty word but an expressive one - of the Lake , comes faintly to ...
... barque , low in the west , and a fringe of silver mist , marks the course of a little stream , stealing through a ravine a quarter of a mile distant . The swash - not a pretty word but an expressive one - of the Lake , comes faintly to ...
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... , for all the world ! And you occupied it once : ay , great as you are , it was your world once , and over it , the only horizon you beheld , bent the heaven of a mother's eyes , as you rocked in that little barque of THE OLD GARRET . 209.
... , for all the world ! And you occupied it once : ay , great as you are , it was your world once , and over it , the only horizon you beheld , bent the heaven of a mother's eyes , as you rocked in that little barque of THE OLD GARRET . 209.
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... barque of love , on the hither shore of time - fast by a mother's love to a mother's heart . And there , attached to two rafters , are the frag- ments of an untwisted rope . Do you remember it , and what it was for , and who fastened it ...
... barque of love , on the hither shore of time - fast by a mother's love to a mother's heart . And there , attached to two rafters , are the frag- ments of an untwisted rope . Do you remember it , and what it was for , and who fastened it ...
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... listen whence it came . There away , like moonlight breaking , something dawning through the dark ! Now the shadow shape is taking - sail of silver ! silver barque ! In the bow there stands an angel , and a BROKEN MEMORIES . 277.
... listen whence it came . There away , like moonlight breaking , something dawning through the dark ! Now the shadow shape is taking - sail of silver ! silver barque ! In the bow there stands an angel , and a BROKEN MEMORIES . 277.
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Términos y frases comunes
aloft amid barque beat beautiful beneath billows bird bless blue blue air body bosom breath Cape Horn cloud Cochin China comes cradle Daguerreotype dark dead Dead Past dream earth eyes fellow fire flowers flung flutter footfall Fourth of July glitter glory glow gold gone grave gray green grow half hand heard heart Heaven hens hope iron June KNICKERBOCKER Knickerbocker Magazine leaf light Lignite linger lips look lustrum memory morning mother never night o'er old Saxon old-fashioned quail rain remember rock Rotten Stone round rustle shadow sigh silver sing smile song stars summer sunbeams swallow's nest sweet swelling swinging tears thee There's thing thought three-cent pieces thunder tree tune turned uttered Vine voice waiting wave Whip-poor-Will whisper wind window wings wonder woods word
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Página 53 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Página 228 - Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold, Molten, graven, hammered and rolled ; Heavy to get, and light to hold ; Hoarded, bartered, bought, and sold, Stolen, borrowed, squandered, doled : Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old To the very verge of the church-yard mould ; Price of many a crime untold : Gold ! gold ! gold ! gold...
Página 19 - I have nought that is fair, saith he : Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again. He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Página 263 - O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever.
Página 223 - Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was, and the spirit unto God who gave it.
Página 71 - Weep no more, lady, weep no more, Thy sorrow is in vain : For, violets pluck'd the sweetest showers Will ne'er make grow again. Our joys as winged dreams do fly, Why then should sorrow last ? Since grief but aggravates thy loss, Grieve not for what is past.
Página 151 - ... woods begin to wear the crimson leaf, And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its death. Wind of the sunny south! oh still delay In the gay woods and in the golden air, Like to a good old age released from care, Journeying, in long serenity, away. In such a bright, late quiet, would that I Might wear out life like thee, mid bowers and brooks, And, dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks, And music of kind voices ever nigh; And when my last sand twinkled...
Página 150 - AY. thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath ! . When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf, And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its death. Wind of the sunny south ! oh, still delay In the gay woods and in the golden air, Like to a good old age released from care, Journeying, in long serenity, away.
Página 42 - But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an
Página 150 - WHEN the last sunshine of expiring day In summer's twilight weeps itself away, Who hath not felt the softness of the hour Sink on the heart, as dew along the flower? With a pure feeling which absorbs and awes While nature makes that melancholy pause, Her breathing moment on the bridge where Time Of light and darkness forms an arch sublime.