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... running the blind round of the life - current through even its scarce visible
channels , and threading , one by one , those inconceivably delicate fibres ,
which spread their tracery through and around every portion of this fabrio so
fearfully and ...
... running the blind round of the life - current through even its scarce visible
channels , and threading , one by one , those inconceivably delicate fibres ,
which spread their tracery through and around every portion of this fabrio so
fearfully and ...
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Five times the earth swam round the sun , Five years their ripening course had
run , And I , still travellíng , clambering still , Stood up at last on Manhood's hill :
Strengthened alike in mind and frame , But marred with features still the same :
Still ...
Five times the earth swam round the sun , Five years their ripening course had
run , And I , still travellíng , clambering still , Stood up at last on Manhood's hill :
Strengthened alike in mind and frame , But marred with features still the same :
Still ...
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... suffered so much from the roses , They never shall tempt me again . THE
JOURNAL . II . As surely as the week rolls round , Am I at church devoted found :
As surely as I take my seat , My eyes with Julia's chance to meet : If once it haps , '
t ...
... suffered so much from the roses , They never shall tempt me again . THE
JOURNAL . II . As surely as the week rolls round , Am I at church devoted found :
As surely as I take my seat , My eyes with Julia's chance to meet : If once it haps , '
t ...
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Escaping from the shower , we reach The sheltering tent of sloping beach : There
gathered close , we list the strain Played on the leaves by pattering rain , At times
by voice of thunder drowned , When his treinendous bass rings round . Hence ...
Escaping from the shower , we reach The sheltering tent of sloping beach : There
gathered close , we list the strain Played on the leaves by pattering rain , At times
by voice of thunder drowned , When his treinendous bass rings round . Hence ...
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Pure was her robe of virgin white , Her eyes flashed round consuming light ; Yet
oft on those she favored well , Softly as mellow moonlight fell . But scarce a
solitary glance Would light on me , unless by chance Amid the flood she
showered ...
Pure was her robe of virgin white , Her eyes flashed round consuming light ; Yet
oft on those she favored well , Softly as mellow moonlight fell . But scarce a
solitary glance Would light on me , unless by chance Amid the flood she
showered ...
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Page 419 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Page 419 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Page 419 - He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee , my worthy friend, ' For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped...
Page 419 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 97 - In my opinion, profound minds are the most likely to think lightly of the resources of human reason; and it is the pert superficial thinker who is generally strongest in every kind of unbelief. The deep philosopher sees chains of causes and effects so wonderfully and strangely linked together, that he is usually the last person to decide upon the impossibility of any two series of events being independent of each other...
Page 94 - Those morning haunts are where they should be, at home ; not sleeping, or concocting the surfeits of an irregular feast, but up and stirring, in winter often ere the sound of any bell awake men to labour or to devotion ; in summer as oft with the bird that first rouses, or not much tardier, to read good authors, or cause them to be read, till the attention be weary, or memory have its full fraught : then, with useful and generous labours preserving the body's health and hardiness...
Page 94 - ... to read good authors, or cause them to be read, till the attention be weary, or memory have its full fraught; then with useful and generous labors preserving the body's health and hardiness to render lightsome, clear, and not lumpish obedience to the mind, to the cause of religion, and our country's liberty...
Page 507 - Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower But 'twas the first to fade away ; I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die.
Page 149 - Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Page 98 - ... with such an act, he turned up his eyes, and with difficulty perceived, at an immeasurable height, a flight of condors soaring in circles in a particular spot. Beneath...