The Choice Gift: Or Golden Sands, from the River of Literature ...J. Buffum, 1850 - 128 sider |
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Side 23
... pure lamp in virtue's shrine ! Sure the fair world , which thou may'st boast Was never ransomed , never lost . There beings pure as heaven's own air , Their hopes , their joys , together share ; While hovering angels touch the string ...
... pure lamp in virtue's shrine ! Sure the fair world , which thou may'st boast Was never ransomed , never lost . There beings pure as heaven's own air , Their hopes , their joys , together share ; While hovering angels touch the string ...
Side 27
... pure faith of the speaker , had been im- parted by his words to the souls of the listeners . One of this group , whose name Kate did not learn , came to her and said , " I will just contribute one golden sand towards your store for the ...
... pure faith of the speaker , had been im- parted by his words to the souls of the listeners . One of this group , whose name Kate did not learn , came to her and said , " I will just contribute one golden sand towards your store for the ...
Side 42
... pure domestic shade ; Sisters , so best our life shall aid The land we love . " Kate thought now that as it was rather late , she should not be likely to gather many more sands until the morrow ; but the company seemed in no haste to ...
... pure domestic shade ; Sisters , so best our life shall aid The land we love . " Kate thought now that as it was rather late , she should not be likely to gather many more sands until the morrow ; but the company seemed in no haste to ...
Side 60
... pure as summer's rose , That child's a sunny spot . There's yet upon life's weary road One spot of brighter glow , Where sorrow half forgets its load And tears no longer flow . Friendship may wither , love decline , Our child his honor ...
... pure as summer's rose , That child's a sunny spot . There's yet upon life's weary road One spot of brighter glow , Where sorrow half forgets its load And tears no longer flow . Friendship may wither , love decline , Our child his honor ...
Side 99
... pure region , where Nor sorrow nor death enter in . " She Kate now started with her gathered treasures to return to her home . She was alone . Those agreeable companions with whom she had spent pleasant and profitable hours , were left ...
... pure region , where Nor sorrow nor death enter in . " She Kate now started with her gathered treasures to return to her home . She was alone . Those agreeable companions with whom she had spent pleasant and profitable hours , were left ...
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All's right amid beam beautiful blue breast breath bright brow cheer cloud dark deep deep stream delight dream earth Edward Young eyes flowers fresh gather gentle gift gleam gold gold diggers golden sand green grove happy hath heard Hearts and homes heaven Hemans Kate passed Kate thought Kate's kindly Labor ladies land Land of Dreams land we love light listened little gem lonely look mother mourn N. P. Willis Nature's ne'er neath Never mind Night o'er path pleasant prayer precious rest rills round Samaritan seated shade shine Sigourney silent silvery singing sleep smile soft soft wind solitude song soon sorrow soul sound sparkling spirit stars stream strife sunny spot sweet tears thee Thou art Thou hast tone treasures trees voice wandering watch waves weary wended wild wind wing wish wood wouldst young
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Side 65 - E'er wore his crown as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves with which Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower, With scented breath, and look so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this wide universe.
Side 111 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Side 64 - In music ; — thou art in the cooler breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee. Here is continual worship; — nature, here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly, around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird Passes ; and yon clear spring, that, midst its herbs, Wells softly forth and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale...
Side 63 - Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose All these fair ranks of trees. They, in thy sun. Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, And shot towards heaven. The century-living crow, Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and died Among their branches, till, at last, they stood, As now they stand, massy, and tall, and dark, Fit shrine for humble worshipper to hold Communion with...
Side 62 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave. And spread the roof above them, — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Side 112 - Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea.
Side 19 - LOST ! lost ! lost ! A gem of countless price, Cut from the living rock, And graved in Paradise. Set round with three times eight Large diamonds, clear and bright, And each with sixty smaller ones, All changeful as the light. Lost — where the thoughtless throng In fashion's mazes wind, Where trilleth folly's song, Leaving a sting behind ; Yet to my hand 't was given A golden harp to buy, Such as the white-robed choir attune To deathless minstrelsy.
Side 78 - And what have ye found in the monarch's dome, Since last ye traversed the blue sea's foam ? — " We have found a change, we have found a pall, And a gloom o'ershadowing the banquet's hall, And a mark on the floor as of life-drops spilt — Nought looks the same, save the nest we built...
Side 38 - MOTHER, mother, the winds are at play, Prithee, let me be idle to-day. Look, dear mother, the flowers all lie Languidly under the bright blue sky. See, how slowly the streamlet glides; Look, how the violet roguishly hides; Even the butterfly rests on the rose, And scarcely sips the sweets as he goes. Poor Tray is asleep in the noon-day sun, And the flies go about him one by one; And pussy sits near with a sleepy grace, Without ever thinking of washing her face. There flies a bird to a...
Side 119 - Tis the still water faileth ; Idleness ever despaireth, bewaileth ; Keep the watch wound, for the dark rust assaileth ; Flowers droop and die in the stillness of noon. Labor is glory ! — the flying cloud lightens ; Only the waving wing changes and brightens ; Idle hearts only the dark future frightens; Play the sweet keys, wouldst thou keep them in tune...