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... light Of household fires gleam warm and bright ; Above , the spectral glaciers shone , And from his lips escaped a groan , Excelsior ! " Try not the pass ! " the old man said ; " Dark lowers the tempest overhead ; The roaring torrent is ...
... light Of household fires gleam warm and bright ; Above , the spectral glaciers shone , And from his lips escaped a groan , Excelsior ! " Try not the pass ! " the old man said ; " Dark lowers the tempest overhead ; The roaring torrent is ...
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... light in earth or heaven , But the cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars . Is it the tender star of love ? The star of love and dreams ? O , no ! from that blue tent above , A hero's armor ...
... light in earth or heaven , But the cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars . Is it the tender star of love ? The star of love and dreams ? O , no ! from that blue tent above , A hero's armor ...
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... light Of household fires gleam warm and bright : Above , the spectral glaciers shone , And from his lips escaped a groan , " " Excelsior ! Try not the pass ! " the old man said ; " Dark lowers the tempest overhead ; The roaring torrent ...
... light Of household fires gleam warm and bright : Above , the spectral glaciers shone , And from his lips escaped a groan , " " Excelsior ! Try not the pass ! " the old man said ; " Dark lowers the tempest overhead ; The roaring torrent ...
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... light . Kind words can never die- Spoken in jest , God knows how deep they lie Stored in the breast ; Like childhood's simple rhymes , Said o'er a thousand times , Aye - in all years and climes , Distant and near . Kind words can never ...
... light . Kind words can never die- Spoken in jest , God knows how deep they lie Stored in the breast ; Like childhood's simple rhymes , Said o'er a thousand times , Aye - in all years and climes , Distant and near . Kind words can never ...
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... light . There were then no anti- a bad trade friend . Examine it in the light of con- slavery societies ; but thus taught , and reverently science and see if it be not so . ' But while they re- willing to learn , they had no need of ...
... light . There were then no anti- a bad trade friend . Examine it in the light of con- slavery societies ; but thus taught , and reverently science and see if it be not so . ' But while they re- willing to learn , they had no need of ...
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angels beautiful beneath birds blessing blood bosom breast breath brother brow calm child clouds cold dark death deep divine doth dream earth evil eyes face faith father fear feel flowers freedom friends gentle give grace grave hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY W holy hope hour human JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN G land light lips live look LYDIA MARIA CHILD MARY HOWITT mind mother N. P. WILLIS nature neath never night o'er peace poor prayer prison racter round Rübezahl seemed silent sing slave slavery sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars strong sunshine sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought toil true truth UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA unto Vanity Fair voice weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words young
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Page 270 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
Page 249 - With fingers weary and worn. With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Page 249 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Page 165 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Page 67 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 207 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. "And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
Page 208 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 256 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.
Page 165 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm., By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 165 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create,* And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In Nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.