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Page 13
V. " They shall all bloom in fields of light , Transplanted by my care , And saints
upon their garments while These sacred blossoms wear . ' VI . 1 And the mother
gave , in tears and pain , The flowers she most did love ; But she knew she
should ...
V. " They shall all bloom in fields of light , Transplanted by my care , And saints
upon their garments while These sacred blossoms wear . ' VI . 1 And the mother
gave , in tears and pain , The flowers she most did love ; But she knew she
should ...
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On each side of the octagon , immediately below the eaves , was a small window
, exactly square , so that in the whole house there were eight windows to let in the
blessed light . The pulpit jutted out of the wall , and was overshadowed by a ...
On each side of the octagon , immediately below the eaves , was a small window
, exactly square , so that in the whole house there were eight windows to let in the
blessed light . The pulpit jutted out of the wall , and was overshadowed by a ...
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The latter may listen with a captious ear , but as the light which struggles upon
them through Gothic windows , illumining their rich de igns and antique histories ,
sends its beams shorn and impoverished within , so the truth , which is the light ...
The latter may listen with a captious ear , but as the light which struggles upon
them through Gothic windows , illumining their rich de igns and antique histories ,
sends its beams shorn and impoverished within , so the truth , which is the light ...
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is the light , when couched in honeyed phrase , is too apt to be absorbed by its
medium , playing round the ear , and delighting it with many harmonies , but
dimly breaking upon the heart . It was upon this spot , many years afterward , that
...
is the light , when couched in honeyed phrase , is too apt to be absorbed by its
medium , playing round the ear , and delighting it with many harmonies , but
dimly breaking upon the heart . It was upon this spot , many years afterward , that
...
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From this place , the light - house upon Bois Blanc , twelve miles distant , might
be seen , before it was blown down during a storm , in the autumn of 1837. In
clear summer nights , when the lamps were lighted , a beautiful specimen of the ...
From this place , the light - house upon Bois Blanc , twelve miles distant , might
be seen , before it was blown down during a storm , in the autumn of 1837. In
clear summer nights , when the lamps were lighted , a beautiful specimen of the ...
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Page 11 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.
Page 362 - Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS.
Page 75 - THE night is come, but not too soon ; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heaven, But the cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars.
Page 11 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 414 - Further observation and experience have given me a different idea of this little feathered voluptuary, which I will venture to impart, for the benefit of my schoolboy readers, who may regard him with the same unqualified envy and admiration which I once indulged. I have shown him only as I saw him at first, in what I may call the poetical part of his career, when...
Page 278 - THE time is now near at hand which must probably determine whether Americans are to be freemen or slaves ; whether they are to have any property they can call their own ; whether their houses and farms are to be pillaged and destroyed, and themselves consigned to a state of wretchedness from which no human efforts will deliver them. The fate of unborn millions will now depend, under God, on the courage and conduct of this army.
Page 362 - And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 75 - And earnest thoughts within me rise, When I behold afar, Suspended in the evening skies The shield of that red star. 0 star of strength! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain; Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand, And I am strong again.
Page 115 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Even from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires.
Page 208 - The rising mist of day. Hark ! hark ! I hear yon whistling shroud, I see yon quivering mast ; The black throat of the hunted cloud Is panting forth the blast ! An hour, and, whirled like winnowing chaff, The giant surge shall fling His tresses o'er yon...