Development of English Literature and Language, Հատոր 2S.C. Griggs, 1883 |
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Էջ 48
... voices , and rushings to and fro , so that sometimes he thought he should be torn to pieces , or trodden down like mire in the streets . This frightful sight was seen , and these dreadful noises were heard , by him for several miles ...
... voices , and rushings to and fro , so that sometimes he thought he should be torn to pieces , or trodden down like mire in the streets . This frightful sight was seen , and these dreadful noises were heard , by him for several miles ...
Էջ 49
... voices from out of the city , loud voices , saying , " Say ye to the daughter of Zion , Behold thy salvation cometh ! " Now , as they walked in this land , they had more rejoicing than in parts more remote from the kingdom to which they ...
... voices from out of the city , loud voices , saying , " Say ye to the daughter of Zion , Behold thy salvation cometh ! " Now , as they walked in this land , they had more rejoicing than in parts more remote from the kingdom to which they ...
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... voice , saying , " Blessing , honour , and glory , and power , be to Him that sitteth upon the throne , and to the Lamb for ever and ever . " Now , just as the gates were opened to let in the men , I looked in after them , and behold ...
... voice , saying , " Blessing , honour , and glory , and power , be to Him that sitteth upon the throne , and to the Lamb for ever and ever . " Now , just as the gates were opened to let in the men , I looked in after them , and behold ...
Էջ 52
... voice , ' Wilt thou leave thy sins and go to heaven , or have thy sins and go to hell ? ' One of the favorite sports was bell - ringing . When he had given it up , he would go into the belfry to watch the ringers : ' But quickly after ...
... voice , ' Wilt thou leave thy sins and go to heaven , or have thy sins and go to hell ? ' One of the favorite sports was bell - ringing . When he had given it up , he would go into the belfry to watch the ringers : ' But quickly after ...
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... voice , methinks I should have somewhere heard ; But floods of woe have hurried it far off Beyond my ken of soul.'1 What image could be more delicately exquisite than this ? - And this : ' I feel death rising higher still and higher ...
... voice , methinks I should have somewhere heard ; But floods of woe have hurried it far off Beyond my ken of soul.'1 What image could be more delicately exquisite than this ? - And this : ' I feel death rising higher still and higher ...
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Էջ 174 - Is not a patron, My Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water and, when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help?
Էջ 117 - Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind: His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way: Yet simple Nature to his hope has given.
Էջ 213 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Էջ 385 - Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings,— yet the dead are there...
Էջ 12 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she...
Էջ 213 - Sweet was the sound when oft, at evening's close, Up yonder hill the village murmur rose ; There as I passed with careless steps and slow The mingling notes came softened from below. The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind, — These all in sweet confusion sought...
Էջ 292 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Էջ 393 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace : From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Էջ 489 - And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.
Էջ 214 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.