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... disdain ; And in hearts that beat in Heaven , Still all tender thoughts remain ; Love , on the cold earth beginning , Lives divine and pure again ! " A THE ANGEL'S STORY . 9 Thus the angel ceased 8 THE CYCLE OF LIFE .
... disdain ; And in hearts that beat in Heaven , Still all tender thoughts remain ; Love , on the cold earth beginning , Lives divine and pure again ! " A THE ANGEL'S STORY . 9 Thus the angel ceased 8 THE CYCLE OF LIFE .
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... cold . " " Rest thee still , thou little pure heart , Not for my word will they unfold . " Up all the shining heights he prayed For that poor Shadow in the cold ; Still came the word , Not ours to aid ; We cannot make the doors unfold ...
... cold . " " Rest thee still , thou little pure heart , Not for my word will they unfold . " Up all the shining heights he prayed For that poor Shadow in the cold ; Still came the word , Not ours to aid ; We cannot make the doors unfold ...
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... cold . The eagle soars his utmost height , Yet far thou stretchest o'er his flight . Thou hast thy frowns - with thee on high The storm has made his airy seat ; Beyond that soft blue curtain lie His stores of rain and sleet . Thence the ...
... cold . The eagle soars his utmost height , Yet far thou stretchest o'er his flight . Thou hast thy frowns - with thee on high The storm has made his airy seat ; Beyond that soft blue curtain lie His stores of rain and sleet . Thence the ...
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... grows sick of hollow mirth , How willingly we turn us then Away from this cold earth , And look into thy azure breast , For seats of innocence and rest ! BRYANT . THE IDLE SHEPHERD - BOYS . 43 THE IDLE SHEPHERD. 42 THE CYCLE OF LIFE .
... grows sick of hollow mirth , How willingly we turn us then Away from this cold earth , And look into thy azure breast , For seats of innocence and rest ! BRYANT . THE IDLE SHEPHERD - BOYS . 43 THE IDLE SHEPHERD. 42 THE CYCLE OF LIFE .
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... cold to feel A thrill of gladness o'er them steal , When first the wandering eye Sees faintly , in the evening blaze , That glimmering curve of tender rays Just planted in the sky . The sight of that young crescent brings Thoughts of ...
... cold to feel A thrill of gladness o'er them steal , When first the wandering eye Sees faintly , in the evening blaze , That glimmering curve of tender rays Just planted in the sky . The sight of that young crescent brings Thoughts of ...
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angel ANGEL'S STORY beautiful beneath birds blue blue heavens bough breast breath bright brother cheerful child CHILDREN'S HOUR churchyard clouds cold dark dead death deep distant voice doth dream earth English boy EVERMORE eyes Father William feet flowers Forever-never Gaze gentle glad gleam GOD'S ACRE golden grave green grief hand hath heard heart Heaven HEMANS heritage hold in fee holy homes of England hour IDLE SHEPHERD-BOYS land leaves life's light LONGFELLOW look man's son inherit murmur neath never Never-forever night o'er pain play poor poor man's son rejoicing rill river ROPE-WALK round scene shade shadow silent SIMON LEE skies sleep smile snow soft solemn song sorrow sound spirit stars stood stream sweet SWEET AUBURN tears tender thee thou thought toil tread trees twas vale voice Wandering Boy weary ween whisper wild winds wing woods WORDSWORTH youth
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Page 58 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 154 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Page 27 - Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Page 167 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair...
Page 26 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell." She answered, "Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea; "Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 64 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 14 - HOUR. BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour.
Page 82 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill...
Page 75 - THE stately homes of England ! How beautiful they stand, Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land ! The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Page 21 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.