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Common terms and phrases
ALICE CARY angels Arbutus art thou beautiful bell Benjamin F birds bless bliss bloom blossoms blue breath bright Bungay by-and-by Clark clouds crown Curfew dark dear dream earth entitled Ethel Lynn Beers eyes face fair faith fall father feet flowers forever glad gleam glory gold golden gone grace gray hair hand Harper's Weekly heart Heaven hills James G kiss land life's light lips look miles from Heaven morning mother mountain neath never night o'er Oneida Lake peace poem poet poetic poetry Pompey prayer rhyme RILEY SMITH ring river rose sail shadows shining shore sigh sing singer smile snow soft song sorrow soul stars stars forever summer sweet sweet day tears tender thee thine thou thought to-day touch verse waif wait weary wind wings wonder writing written
Popular passages
Page 227 - ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.
Page 159 - Wet with the rain, the Blue; Wet with the rain, the Gray. Sadly, but not with upbraiding, The generous deed was done; In the storm of the years that are fading No braver battle was won. Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray.
Page 15 - God's plans, like lilies, pure and white unfold, We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart ; Time will reveal the calyxes of gold.
Page 37 - And the garments that she used to wear. There are hands that are waved, when the fairy shore By the mirage is lifted in air; And we sometimes hear, through the turbulent roar Sweet voices we heard in the days gone before, When the wind down the river is fair.
Page 130 - They are idols of hearts and of households ; They are angels of God in disguise ; His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses ; His glory still gleams in their eyes.
Page 261 - She has reached the topmost ladder, o'er her hangs the great dark bell, Awful is the gloom beneath her like the pathway down to hell ; Lo, the ponderous tongue is swinging, 'tis the hour of curfew now, And the sight has chilled her bosom, stopped her breath, and paled her brow, Shall she let it ring? No, never! Flash her eyes with sudden light, And she springs and grasps it firmly: "Curfew shall not ring tonight!
Page 158 - By the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead; — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; — Under the one, the Blue; Under the other, the Gray.
Page 240 - Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack, — his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep, — For their mother, — may Heaven defend her...
Page 14 - And we shall see how all GOD'S plans were right, And how what seemed reproof was love most true. And we shall see, how while we frown and sigh, GOD'S plans go on as best for you and me ; How, when we called, He heeded not our cry, Because His wisdom to the end could see.
Page 159 - So, when the summer calleth, On forest and field of grain. With an equal murmur falleth The cooling drip of the rain...