Poetry and ProseA. Tompkins, 1852 - 440 Seiten |
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... ? A more beau- tiful face I have never seen than his portrait pre- sents . What an eye , expressive of pain calmly borne , while the lips are gently pressed together - was with a smile , and the whole countenance is lighted MEMOIR . 19.
... ? A more beau- tiful face I have never seen than his portrait pre- sents . What an eye , expressive of pain calmly borne , while the lips are gently pressed together - was with a smile , and the whole countenance is lighted MEMOIR . 19.
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... lips , to - night , On southern plains where graceful vines are wreathing , Or on some lofty snow - clad Alpine height ! The lonely dweller on the rugged mountain , The mariner upon the trackless sea , The peasant maiden by the wildwood ...
... lips , to - night , On southern plains where graceful vines are wreathing , Or on some lofty snow - clad Alpine height ! The lonely dweller on the rugged mountain , The mariner upon the trackless sea , The peasant maiden by the wildwood ...
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... lips - none , I am sure , lingered in her heart ! So cheerful and happy did she appear , that she never failed to communicate it to those who visited her , during their stay by her side , and send them away hoping , involuntarily ...
... lips - none , I am sure , lingered in her heart ! So cheerful and happy did she appear , that she never failed to communicate it to those who visited her , during their stay by her side , and send them away hoping , involuntarily ...
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... lips came the triumphant words - " I AM MORE THAN WILLING TO DIE ! Life was bright and beautiful to her ; the shadows had not yet fallen dark upon her pathway ; but upward , onward , gazed the faith - inspired eye , and as the golden ...
... lips came the triumphant words - " I AM MORE THAN WILLING TO DIE ! Life was bright and beautiful to her ; the shadows had not yet fallen dark upon her pathway ; but upward , onward , gazed the faith - inspired eye , and as the golden ...
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... lips till he said , " Father , into thy hands I commend my spirit ! " We leave , then , our friend in the embrace of that grace which glo- rifies the Creator's wisdom and power . But as a little space is yet left of the portion of this ...
... lips till he said , " Father , into thy hands I commend my spirit ! " We leave , then , our friend in the embrace of that grace which glo- rifies the Creator's wisdom and power . But as a little space is yet left of the portion of this ...
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Seite 81 - In those fall'n leaves which kept their green, The noble letters of the dead. And strangely on the silence broke The silent-speaking words, and strange Was love's dumb cry defying change To test his worth; and strangely spoke The faith, the vigor, bold to dwell On doubts that drive the coward back, And keen thro' wordy snares to track Suggestion to her inmost cell.
Seite 225 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Seite 19 - How pure at heart and sound in head, With what divine affections bold Should be the man whose thought would hold An hour's communion with the dead. In vain shalt thou, or any, call The spirits from their golden day, Except, like them, thou too canst say, My spirit is at peace with all.
Seite 95 - O that I had wings like a dove : for then would I flee away, and be at rest.
Seite 81 - So word by word, and line by line, The dead man touched me from the past, And all at once it seemed at last His living soul was flashed on mine...
Seite 33 - A great deal of talent is lost in the world for the want of a little courage. Every day sends to their graves a number of obscure men who have only remained in obscurity because their timidity has prevented them from making a first effort ; and who, if they could have been induced to begin, would in all probability have gone great lengths in the career of fame.
Seite 30 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing...
Seite 60 - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing, The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story ; An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She...
Seite 87 - At peril of his life — who shed great thoughts As easily as an oak looseneth its golden leaves In a kindly largess to the soil it grew on — Whose rich dark ivy thoughts, sunned o'er with love, Flourish around the deathless stems of their names — Whose names are ever on the world's broad tongue, Like sound upon the falling of a force — Whose words, if winged, are with angels...
Seite 406 - And mony a canty day, John, We 've had wi' ane anither. Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we '11 go : And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.