The Repository, Հատորներ 51-52Universalist Publishing House, 1874 |
From inside the book
Արդյունքներ 81–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... trees planted by thrifty hands long before ; be- yond , the fields sloping away to a dark belt of primeval forest , with the old trees of chestnut and oak reaching now and then a hundred feet high . The very atmosphere of such a region ...
... trees planted by thrifty hands long before ; be- yond , the fields sloping away to a dark belt of primeval forest , with the old trees of chestnut and oak reaching now and then a hundred feet high . The very atmosphere of such a region ...
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... trees shone the splendors of the level sunset , and flooded all the wood . The skies were aglow with soft colors , as if they would show the glories of a heaven beyond . The beauty and serenity soothed his senses . He threw himself on ...
... trees shone the splendors of the level sunset , and flooded all the wood . The skies were aglow with soft colors , as if they would show the glories of a heaven beyond . The beauty and serenity soothed his senses . He threw himself on ...
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... tree life of the forest or the hill - side . There was no charm in the landscape , no richness of coloring in the sky ... trees on the terrace shel- tered nightingales answering one another . I went on in a sort of ecstasy , surrender ...
... tree life of the forest or the hill - side . There was no charm in the landscape , no richness of coloring in the sky ... trees on the terrace shel- tered nightingales answering one another . I went on in a sort of ecstasy , surrender ...
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... trees of the avenue , and passed half an hour there in such a condition of excitement that when I arose , I saw that the front of my waist- coat was all wet with my tears , though I was wholly unconscious of shedding them . " The work ...
... trees of the avenue , and passed half an hour there in such a condition of excitement that when I arose , I saw that the front of my waist- coat was all wet with my tears , though I was wholly unconscious of shedding them . " The work ...
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... trees , the wailing of the weary wind , which knows no more whence it comes or whether it goes , than a myriad of human souls this Christmas eve . No voice is heard save that of an unhappy brook , separated from its companion some dis ...
... trees , the wailing of the weary wind , which knows no more whence it comes or whether it goes , than a myriad of human souls this Christmas eve . No voice is heard save that of an unhappy brook , separated from its companion some dis ...
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Common terms and phrases
Abbot Arla asked Aunt Babism beautiful believe called Charles Sumner charming child Christian church Copernicus Daphne dark daugh dear death divine Don Quixote door dress earth eyes face faith father fear feel Flossy flowers friends genius girl give grace hand happy hear heard heart heaven hope human John Forrest Julius Cæsar knew lady Letty Liane light ligion Little Shepherdess living look Lope de Vega Mainau marriage ment mind Miss morning mother nature ness never night noble once passed Persia picture Pompeii poor religion Ridgeway seemed side smile sorrow soul spirit stood story strange sweet tell things thought tion Titian told Trachenberg trees truth turned uncon voice walk whole wife woman women wonder words young youth
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Էջ 132 - And the fear of you and the dread of you shall be upon every beast of the earth, and upon every fowl of the air, upon all that moveth upon the earth, and upon all the fishes of the sea; into your hand are they delivered.
Էջ 165 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Էջ 185 - The death of a dear friend, wife, brother, lover, which seemed nothing but privation, somewhat later assumes the aspect of a guide or genius ; for it commonly operates revolutions in our way of life, terminates an epoch of infancy or of youth which was waiting to be closed, breaks up a wonted occupation, or a household, or style of living, and allows the formation of new ones more friendly to the growth of character.
Էջ 165 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Էջ 472 - So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be, How know I what had need of thee, For thou wert strong as thou wert true?
Էջ 185 - And yet the compensations of calamity are made apparent to the understanding also, after long intervals of time. A fever, a mutilation, a cruel disappointment, a loss of wealth, a loss of friends, seems at the moment unpaid loss, and unpayable. But the sure years reveal the deep remedial force that underlies all facts. The death of a dear friend, wife, brother, lover, which seemed nothing but privation, somewhat later assumes the. aspect of a guide or genius ; for it commonly...
Էջ 438 - Heaven is not reached at a single bound ; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round.
Էջ 250 - ... full many a gem of purest ray serene the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness on the desert air. some village Hampden that with dauntless breast the little tyrant of his fields withstood, some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
Էջ 165 - Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds, At last he beat his music out. There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds.
Էջ 303 - Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want.