Wayside Gleanings for Leisure MomentsJ. Wilson and son, 1882 - 150 páginas |
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... light , Thy guests and guests of heaven abide . - This day , — to us a festal day , Loved friend and father , we would bring Our debt of gratitude to pay The heart's memorial offering . Its sculptured language well may speak What tongue ...
... light , Thy guests and guests of heaven abide . - This day , — to us a festal day , Loved friend and father , we would bring Our debt of gratitude to pay The heart's memorial offering . Its sculptured language well may speak What tongue ...
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... Light Divine ? Or is the Christian's Fatherland Where , with crowned head and croziered hand , The Ghost of Empire proudly flits , And on the grave of Cæsar sits ? Oh , by those world - embracing walls , Oh , in those vast and pictured ...
... Light Divine ? Or is the Christian's Fatherland Where , with crowned head and croziered hand , The Ghost of Empire proudly flits , And on the grave of Cæsar sits ? Oh , by those world - embracing walls , Oh , in those vast and pictured ...
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... light of love , you say ? Thou couldst not know thy nature's nobler part , Molly . Oh , yes , your riverence , — it was mighty improvin ' . Rev. And what part of it did you like best ? Molly . Well , sure , sir , I liked every part ...
... light of love , you say ? Thou couldst not know thy nature's nobler part , Molly . Oh , yes , your riverence , — it was mighty improvin ' . Rev. And what part of it did you like best ? Molly . Well , sure , sir , I liked every part ...
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... light in her sweet blue eyes , And she hugs the cat in most fervid fashion , To staid old Tabby's intense surprise . Reading ? Well , yes , but not from a novel . Fishing ? Truly , but not with a rod . The line is idle , the book ...
... light in her sweet blue eyes , And she hugs the cat in most fervid fashion , To staid old Tabby's intense surprise . Reading ? Well , yes , but not from a novel . Fishing ? Truly , but not with a rod . The line is idle , the book ...
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... light , Come inside the kitching door . Then beginning to abuse me , She says , " Sarah , you've been drinkin ' ! " I says , “ No , mum , you ' ll excuse me , But I've merely been a thinkin ' . " But as sure as I'm a cinder , That party ...
... light , Come inside the kitching door . Then beginning to abuse me , She says , " Sarah , you've been drinkin ' ! " I says , “ No , mum , you ' ll excuse me , But I've merely been a thinkin ' . " But as sure as I'm a cinder , That party ...
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Página 58 - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Página 31 - God ! from out whose hand The centuries fall like grains of sand, We meet to-day, united, free, And loyal to our land and Thee, To thank Thee for the era done, And trust Thee for the opening one.
Página 46 - We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more, From Mississippi's winding stream and from New England's shore; We leave our ploughs and workshops, our wives and children dear, With hearts too full for utterance, with but a silent tear; We dare not look behind us, but steadfastly before : We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more...
Página 114 - I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the sea-tides tossing free; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips, And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 111 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fatal lightning of His terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Página 111 - Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him ! be jubilant, my feet ! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me : As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Página 117 - Shall we sit idly down and say The night hath come; it is no longer day? The night hath not yet come; we are not quite Cut off from...
Página 111 - As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.
Página 114 - The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er, And the bugle wild and shrill. And the music of that old song Throbs in my memory still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 128 - He is an exceptional genius. The people who care nothing for literature and poetry care for Burns. It was indifferent — they thought who saw him — whether he wrote verse or not : he could have done anything else as welL Yet how true a poet is he ! And the poet, too, of poor men, of gray hodden and the guernsey coat and the blouse.