The Token: A Christmas and New Year's Present, Volume 1Samuel Griswold Goodrich Gray and Bowem, 1831 - 350 pages |
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... be cherished near , While that confiding heart receives The thought it whispers to thine ear . ' AZ 6291 BOSTON : PUBLISHED BY GRAY AND BOWEN . MDCCCXXXI . : NTONALE MOHAIRE ..1996 LAUSANNE / Dorigny DISTRICT OF MASSACHUSETTS.
... be cherished near , While that confiding heart receives The thought it whispers to thine ear . ' AZ 6291 BOSTON : PUBLISHED BY GRAY AND BOWEN . MDCCCXXXI . : NTONALE MOHAIRE ..1996 LAUSANNE / Dorigny DISTRICT OF MASSACHUSETTS.
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... thought it whispers to thine ear . " In conformity to the act of the Congress of the United States , entitled An act for the encouragement of learning , by securing the copies of maps , charts , and books , to the authors and propri ...
... thought it whispers to thine ear . " In conformity to the act of the Congress of the United States , entitled An act for the encouragement of learning , by securing the copies of maps , charts , and books , to the authors and propri ...
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... Thought - By P. M. Wetmore . Ode on Music - By Grenville Mellen I meet them in my Dreams - By Mrs L. P. Smith Page . 9 24 26 . 27 28 29 41 52 • . 54 55 57 · 83 85 106 107 114 The Haunted Quack . A Tale of a Canal Boat - By Joseph ...
... Thought - By P. M. Wetmore . Ode on Music - By Grenville Mellen I meet them in my Dreams - By Mrs L. P. Smith Page . 9 24 26 . 27 28 29 41 52 • . 54 55 57 · 83 85 106 107 114 The Haunted Quack . A Tale of a Canal Boat - By Joseph ...
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... thought hath bodily organs . That which in a moment glances through the immeasurable hosts of heaven , hath its abode within the narrow bounds of nerves , and limbs , and senses . The clay beneath our feet is built up into the palace of ...
... thought hath bodily organs . That which in a moment glances through the immeasurable hosts of heaven , hath its abode within the narrow bounds of nerves , and limbs , and senses . The clay beneath our feet is built up into the palace of ...
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... thoughts run out into the vast , the indefinite , the incomprehensible ; time stretches to eternity , place to immensity , calculation to ' numbers without number , ' being to Infinite Greatness . Every path of our reflections brings us ...
... thoughts run out into the vast , the indefinite , the incomprehensible ; time stretches to eternity , place to immensity , calculation to ' numbers without number , ' being to Infinite Greatness . Every path of our reflections brings us ...
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The Token: Christmas and New Year's Present (Classic Reprint) Samuel Griswold Goodrich No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 32 - I am as a man that hath no strength: free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand. Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps. Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves.
Page 35 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since, their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage: their decay Has dried up realms to deserts; not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves play.
Page 188 - Albeit thou dost not see my face the while. Yes — thou canst hear — and He Who on thy sightless eye its darkness hung, To the attentive ear like harps hath strung Heaven, and earth, and sea ! And 'tis a lesson in our hearts to know, With but one sense the soul may overflow ! 1.
Page 43 - ... inhabitants! The most desirable mode of existence might be that of a spiritualized Paul Pry, hovering invisible round man and woman, witnessing their deeds, searching into their hearts, borrowing brightness from their felicity, and shade from their sorrow, and retaining no emotion peculiar to himself. But none of these things are possible ; and if I would know the interior of brick walls, or the mystery of human bosoms, I can but guess.
Page 2 - District, has deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof he claims as proprietor, in the words following, to wit : " THE CHILD'S BOTANY," In conformity to the act of the Congress of the United States, entitled, " An act for the encouragement of learning by securing the copies of maps, charts, and books to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times therein mentioned...
Page 2 - States entitled an act for the encouragement of learning hy securing the copies of maps, charts and books to the author., and proprietors of such copies during the times therein mentioned, and also to an act entitled an act supplementary to an act, entitled an act for the encouragement of learning by securing the copies of maps, charts and books to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the times therein mentioned and extending the benefits thereof to the arts of designing, engraving and...
Page 140 - Tis midnight — all is peace profound ! But, lo ! upon the murmuring ground, The lonely, swelling, hurrying sound Of distant wheels is heard ! They come — they pause a moment — when.
Page 246 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Page 33 - ... oft: Of every cloud which in the heavens might stir I knew the force; and hence the rough sea's pride Availed not to my Vessel's overthrow. What noble pomp and frequent have not I On regal decks beheld ! yet in the end I learned that one poor moment can suffice To equalize the lofty and the low. We sail the sea of life...
Page 41 - O that I could soar up into the very zenith, where man never breathed, nor eagle ever flew, and where the ethereal azure melts away from the eye, and appears only a deepened shade of nothingness ! And yet I shiver at that cold and solitary thought.