Moral Pieces: In Prose and VerseSheldon & Goodwin, 1815 - 267 sider |
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... bear him where no pain shall come , No winter shroud the scene with gloom , No stream congeal , no tempest rise , No gloomy cell or darken'd skies , No withering plant , no flinty soil , Or pining want , or fruitless toil , No lamp emit ...
... bear him where no pain shall come , No winter shroud the scene with gloom , No stream congeal , no tempest rise , No gloomy cell or darken'd skies , No withering plant , no flinty soil , Or pining want , or fruitless toil , No lamp emit ...
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... peace , Than to muse waking on disastrous war And glory lost . To wake , alas , and think That honour once was ours , and find it not , Is but to wake to pain To see the wounds Our bleeding country bears , and then to find No 24.
... peace , Than to muse waking on disastrous war And glory lost . To wake , alas , and think That honour once was ours , and find it not , Is but to wake to pain To see the wounds Our bleeding country bears , and then to find No 24.
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In Prose and Verse Lydia Howard Sigourney. Our bleeding country bears , and then to find No balm in Gilead - no physician there , Is more than torture . Hence ! away , ye sounds Of revelry and mirth ; your tones are harsh , Your melody ...
In Prose and Verse Lydia Howard Sigourney. Our bleeding country bears , and then to find No balm in Gilead - no physician there , Is more than torture . Hence ! away , ye sounds Of revelry and mirth ; your tones are harsh , Your melody ...
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... bear These shameful tidings , to our distant foes , Nor shrink with anguish at his Country's wound ? Who , to the nations of the earth , shall tell Her infamy , who once with noble front Rank'd high among them ? Who of all her sons Can bear ...
... bear These shameful tidings , to our distant foes , Nor shrink with anguish at his Country's wound ? Who , to the nations of the earth , shall tell Her infamy , who once with noble front Rank'd high among them ? Who of all her sons Can bear ...
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... bear Of me - might be ; but yet adieu , And if I sigh , still be thou true . For thou to Heaven's assembled host , Must utter what of me thou know'st . Nay - cast not back that look of pain , And echo not my sighs again ! Thou gav'st me ...
... bear Of me - might be ; but yet adieu , And if I sigh , still be thou true . For thou to Heaven's assembled host , Must utter what of me thou know'st . Nay - cast not back that look of pain , And echo not my sighs again ! Thou gav'st me ...
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Adieu ANTISTHENES beauty bend blast bloom BOOK OF AMOS bosom breast breath broken frame brow cast cell cloud cold dark death deep duty earth earthly errors faded fair fair brow favourable fear feel gaze gentle glance glowing grace grateful hand hast heart heaven holy hope hour knowledge light lonely longest day lov'd lyre meek memory mind MONTEVIDEO morning mourn never night o'er ourselves pain passion path peace plant pow'r prayer prest pride pure rapture realm of joy rest rise rose rove savage nations Saw thro scene secret seek seem'd seraph shade shrinking sigh silent skies sleep smile soft sorrow soul spirit spread star storms stranger's heart stream sunk sweet tears tempest thee thine thou thought thro toil treach trembling Turkish crescent vanity virtue voice wake weak wild wisdom wound young youth
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Side 178 - I again saw this child when the lamp of reason first dawned in its mind. Its soul was gentle and peaceful ; its eye sparkled with joy, as it looked round on this good and pleasant world. It ran swiftly in the ways of knowledge ; it bowed its ear to instruction ; it stood like a lamb before 'its teachers. It was not proud, or envious, or stubborn ; and it had never heard of the vices and vanities of the world. And when I looked upon it, I remembered that our Saviour had said, "Except ye become as...
Side 99 - If the spring put forth no blossoms, in summer there will be no beauty, and in autumn, no fruit: so, if youth be trifled away without improvement, manhood will probably be contemptible, and old age miserable.
Side 175 - What a piece of work is man ! how noble in reason ! how infinite in faculties ! in form and moving how express and admirable ! in action how like an angel ! in apprehension how like a god...
Side 180 - ... of violence had broken, I looked earnestly at the spot where it grew, and my soul received instruction. And I said, Let her who is full of beauty and admiration, sitting like the queen of flowers in majesty among the daughters of women, let her watch lest vanity enter her heart, beguiling her to rest proudly upon her own strength ; let her remember that she standeth upon slippery places, " and be not high-minded, but fear.
Side 63 - If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away...
Side 176 - I have seen a beautiful female treading the first stages of youth, and entering joyfully into the pleasures of life. The glance of her eye was variable and sweet ; and on her cheek trembled something like the first blush of the morning ; her lips moved, and there was...
Side 160 - The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity ; but a wounded spirit who can bear ? 15 The heart of the prudent getteth knowledge ; and the ear of the wise seeketh knowledge.
Side 78 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Side 177 - They covered her with the damp soil and the cold clods of the valley; and the worms crowded into her silent abode. Yet one sad mourner lingered, to cast himself upon the grave; and. as he wept he said, " There is no beauty, or grace, or loveliness, that continueth in man; for this is the end of all his glory and perfection.
Side 162 - He that hath no rule over his own spirit is like a city that is broken down, and without walls.