Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Bind 63

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Henry Mills Alden
Harper & Brothers, 1881
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Side 542 - For thus saith the LORD of hosts, yet once, it is a little while, and I will shake the heavens, and the earth, and the sea, and the dry land. And I will shake all nations, and the Desire of all nations shall come, and I will fill this house with glory, saith the LORD of hosts, the silver is mine, and the gold is mine, saith the LORD of hosts.
Side 56 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Side 439 - I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
Side 243 - ... fisher's child, With tresses wild, Unto the smooth, bright sand beguiled, With glowing lips . Sings as she skips, Or gazes at the far-off ships. Yon deep bark goes Where Traffic blows, From lands of sun to lands of snows ; — This happier one, Its course is run From lands of snow to lands of sun.
Side 464 - If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
Side 407 - Whereas my birth and spirit rather took The way that takes the town, Thou didst betray me to a lingering book, And wrap me in a gown.
Side 676 - UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE' UNDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Side 58 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Side 234 - To persons standing alone on a hill during a clear midnight such as this, the roll of the world eastward is almost a palpable movement. The sensation may be caused by the panoramic glide of the stars past earthly objects, which is perceptible in a few minutes of stillness, or by the better outlook upon space that a hill affords, or by the wind, or by the solitude; but whatever be its origin the impression of riding along is vivid and abiding.
Side 677 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.

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