The Guardian, Bind 5H. Harbaugh, 1854 |
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Side 10
... voice , Gentle and low . To the crimson woods he saith- To the voice gentle 10 THE GUARDIAN .
... voice , Gentle and low . To the crimson woods he saith- To the voice gentle 10 THE GUARDIAN .
Side 11
... voice of one who crieth In the wilderness alone , " Vex not his ghost ! " Then comes , with an awful roar , Gathering and sounding on , The storm wind from Labrador , The wind Euroclydon , The storm - wind ! Howl ! howl ! and from the ...
... voice of one who crieth In the wilderness alone , " Vex not his ghost ! " Then comes , with an awful roar , Gathering and sounding on , The storm wind from Labrador , The wind Euroclydon , The storm - wind ! Howl ! howl ! and from the ...
Side 22
... voice crying , " Father , father , I am another child ! Stop for me ! " And presently they would see a very little ... voice a long way down the avenue say , " Mother , mother ! " It was the voice of the first child who had said , heaven ...
... voice crying , " Father , father , I am another child ! Stop for me ! " And presently they would see a very little ... voice a long way down the avenue say , " Mother , mother ! " It was the voice of the first child who had said , heaven ...
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... voice is mostly selected by the poets to make up a set or quarette . It is , however , especially for his piety and humanity , that he has always been deservingly beloved . Indeed in those romantic times of old when a black coat was not ...
... voice is mostly selected by the poets to make up a set or quarette . It is , however , especially for his piety and humanity , that he has always been deservingly beloved . Indeed in those romantic times of old when a black coat was not ...
Side 27
... voice of a tiny bird , heretofore without reproach and of good standing in society , to the awful question propounded untremblingly respond ! " Who killied Cock Robin ? ' ' I , ' said the Sparrow , With my bow and arrow , I killed Cock ...
... voice of a tiny bird , heretofore without reproach and of good standing in society , to the awful question propounded untremblingly respond ! " Who killied Cock Robin ? ' ' I , ' said the Sparrow , With my bow and arrow , I killed Cock ...
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Side 220 - Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Side 58 - For if there come unto your assembly a man with a gold ring, in goodly apparel, and there come in also a poor man in vile raiment ; and ye have respect to him that weareth the gay clothing, and say unto him, Sit thou here in a good place ; and say to the poor, Stand thou there, or sit here under my footstool : are ye not then partial in yourselves, and are become judges of evil thoughts...
Side 108 - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too ; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Side 168 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen.
Side 11 - And there went forth a wind from the LORD, and brought quails from the sea, and let them fall by the camp, as it were a day's journey on this side, and as it were a day's journey on the other side, round about the camp, and as it were two cubits high upon the face of the earth.
Side 33 - Chaldees' excellency, shall be as when God overthrew Sodom and Gomorrah. It shall never be inhabited, neither shall it be dwelt in from generation to generation: neither shall the Arabian pitch tent there; neither shall the shepherds make their fold there. But wild beasts of the desert shall lie there; and their houses shall be full of doleful creatures; and owls shall dwell there, and Satyrs shall dance there.
Side 150 - Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me. "I am the vine, ye are the branches. He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit; for without me ye can do nothing.
Side 78 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Side 108 - Behold the picture ! Is it like ? — Like whom ? The things that mount the rostrum with a skip, And then skip down again ; pronounce a text ; Cry — hem ; and reading what they never wrote, Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene...
Side 210 - twixt Now and Then! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands, How lightly then it flashed along: — Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore, On winding lakes and rivers wide, That ask no aid of sail or oar, That fear no spite of wind or tide!