Littell's Living Age, Band 26Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1850 |
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... close , firm as is our belief , and high our familiar habit to loathe it , or to despise it . It hope , that it will one day prevail , when Christian- may gain the suffrages of the ill - informed , of the ity - as Jesus meant it , as ...
... close , firm as is our belief , and high our familiar habit to loathe it , or to despise it . It hope , that it will one day prevail , when Christian- may gain the suffrages of the ill - informed , of the ity - as Jesus meant it , as ...
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... close . Meanwhile , continuing our attention to the doc- trine , we repeat the question , Whence is it ? It comes , indeed , from a far - off land , and from a hoary age , from the land of sunny skies and golden rivers , with the sound ...
... close . Meanwhile , continuing our attention to the doc- trine , we repeat the question , Whence is it ? It comes , indeed , from a far - off land , and from a hoary age , from the land of sunny skies and golden rivers , with the sound ...
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... close , cared little - I might say nothing - for the welfare that edifice . She , in fact , never thought about them . of the poor creatures whose labors were to construct wretched one as it is , for the cruelties of those days . Want ...
... close , cared little - I might say nothing - for the welfare that edifice . She , in fact , never thought about them . of the poor creatures whose labors were to construct wretched one as it is , for the cruelties of those days . Want ...
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... close rooms to which she was so little ac- customed - death stared her in the face , unless she escaped it by means at which he shuddered to think . The only way in which he , young as he was , could possibly help her , was to withdraw ...
... close rooms to which she was so little ac- customed - death stared her in the face , unless she escaped it by means at which he shuddered to think . The only way in which he , young as he was , could possibly help her , was to withdraw ...
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... close the door of explanation or expostulation . When his boy had gone supperless and sad to his bed , the father sat restless and uneasy while supper was being prepared ; and , at tea - table , ate but little . His wife saw the real ...
... close the door of explanation or expostulation . When his boy had gone supperless and sad to his bed , the father sat restless and uneasy while supper was being prepared ; and , at tea - table , ate but little . His wife saw the real ...
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Seite 166 - RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Seite 164 - SOMETIMES hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.
Seite 166 - Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife ; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times ; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in. Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold...
Seite 278 - He laid us as we lay at birth On the cool flowery lap of earth, Smiles broke from us and we had ease; The hills were round us, and the breeze Went o'er the sun-lit fields again; Our foreheads felt the wind and rain. Our youth return'd; for there was shed On spirits that had long been dead, Spirits dried up and closely furl'd, The freshness of the early world.
Seite 164 - And only thro' the faded leaf The chestnut pattering to the ground: Calm and deep peace on this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green and gold: Calm and still light on yon great plain That sweeps with all its autumn bowers, And crowded farms and lessening towers, To mingle with the bounding main...
Seite 227 - Eagle rapidly advances, and is just on the point of reaching his opponent, when, with a sudden scream, probably of despair and honest execration, the latter drops his fish : the Eagle, poising himself for a moment, as if to take a more certain aim, descends like a whirlwind, snatches it in his grasp ere it reaches the water, and bears his ill-gotten booty silently away to the woods.
Seite 164 - A hand that can be clasp'd no more— Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.
Seite 103 - Was as rapid, as deep, and as brilliant a tide As ever bore Freedom aloft on its wave...
Seite 165 - Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be: They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Seite 165 - The path by which we twain did go, Which led by tracts that pleased us well, Thro' four sweet years arose and fell, From flower to flower, from snow to snow: And we with singing...