Studies in English and American LiteratureAinsworth, 1900 - 599 pages |
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... breath praise the Lord : " and let the blessing of St. Peter's Master be with mine . 59. John Bunyan.- This remarkable man was the son of a poor tinker . His educational advantages were barely sufficient to teach him how to read and ...
... breath praise the Lord : " and let the blessing of St. Peter's Master be with mine . 59. John Bunyan.- This remarkable man was the son of a poor tinker . His educational advantages were barely sufficient to teach him how to read and ...
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... to blow , While organs yet were mute , Timotheus to his breathing flute And sounding lyre , Could swell the soul to rage , or kindle soft desire . At last , divine Cecilia came , Inventress of the 94 HISTORICAL OUTLINE .
... to blow , While organs yet were mute , Timotheus to his breathing flute And sounding lyre , Could swell the soul to rage , or kindle soft desire . At last , divine Cecilia came , Inventress of the 94 HISTORICAL OUTLINE .
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Goodloe Harper Bell. 123 . THE DEATH - BED . We watched her breathing through the night , — Her breathing soft and low , - As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro . So silently we seemed to speak , So slowly moved about ...
Goodloe Harper Bell. 123 . THE DEATH - BED . We watched her breathing through the night , — Her breathing soft and low , - As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro . So silently we seemed to speak , So slowly moved about ...
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... breath of your being . Love is life , but hatred is death . Not father nor mother Loved you as God has loved you ; for ' twas that you may be happy Gave he his only Son . When he bowed down his head in the death - hour , Solemnized Love ...
... breath of your being . Love is life , but hatred is death . Not father nor mother Loved you as God has loved you ; for ' twas that you may be happy Gave he his only Son . When he bowed down his head in the death - hour , Solemnized Love ...
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... breath , with other objects and beings . Parents are not the only educators of their offspring , but must divide the work with other and numerous agents . And in this we rejoice ; for , were the young confined to domestic influences ...
... breath , with other objects and beings . Parents are not the only educators of their offspring , but must divide the work with other and numerous agents . And in this we rejoice ; for , were the young confined to domestic influences ...
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Page 271 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 405 - The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talked the night away, Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won.
Page 316 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Page 76 - And though a linguist should pride himself to have all the tongues that Babel cleft the world into, yet if he have not studied the solid things in them as well as the words and lexicons, he were nothing so much to be esteemed a learned man, as any yeoman or tradesman competently wise in his mother dialect only.
Page 354 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 0 Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Page 94 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down.
Page 422 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night.
Page 123 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Page 329 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Page 407 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...