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... by the fragrant treasure And the gentle voice he heard , In the poor forlorn boy's spirit Joy , the sleeping seraph , stirred ; In his hand he took the flowers , In his heart the loving word . K " So he crept to his poor garret , Poor.
... by the fragrant treasure And the gentle voice he heard , In the poor forlorn boy's spirit Joy , the sleeping seraph , stirred ; In his hand he took the flowers , In his heart the loving word . K " So he crept to his poor garret , Poor.
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... sleeping fragrance from the ground , And lightly o'er the living scene Scatters his freshest , tenderest green . New - born flocks , in rustic dance , Frisking , ply their feeble feet ; Forgetful of their wintry trance , The birds his ...
... sleeping fragrance from the ground , And lightly o'er the living scene Scatters his freshest , tenderest green . New - born flocks , in rustic dance , Frisking , ply their feeble feet ; Forgetful of their wintry trance , The birds his ...
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... steal Into wounds , that cannot heal , Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile , like sunshine , dart Into many a sunless heart , For a smile of God thou art . LONGFELLOW . - THE PERFECT WOMAN . SHE was a phantom of.
... steal Into wounds , that cannot heal , Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile , like sunshine , dart Into many a sunless heart , For a smile of God thou art . LONGFELLOW . - THE PERFECT WOMAN . SHE was a phantom of.
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... sleep by night ; study and ease , Together mixed ; sweet recreation ; And innocence , which most does please , With meditation . Thus let me live , unseen , unknown , Thus unlamented let me die , Steal from the world , and not a stone ...
... sleep by night ; study and ease , Together mixed ; sweet recreation ; And innocence , which most does please , With meditation . Thus let me live , unseen , unknown , Thus unlamented let me die , Steal from the world , and not a stone ...
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... sea brine , Hushing its billowy breast- The quiet of that moment too is Thine ; It breathes of Him who keeps The vast and helpless city while it sleeps . BRYANT . R A PSALM OF LIFE . 63 A PSALM OF. 62 THE CYCLE OF LIFE .
... sea brine , Hushing its billowy breast- The quiet of that moment too is Thine ; It breathes of Him who keeps The vast and helpless city while it sleeps . BRYANT . R A PSALM OF LIFE . 63 A PSALM OF. 62 THE CYCLE OF LIFE .
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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.