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... listen , and it cheers me long . AN APRIL DAY . WHEN the warm sun , that brings Seed - time and harvest , has returned again , ' Tis sweet to visit the still wood , where springs The first flower of the plain . 1 I love the season well ...
... listen , and it cheers me long . AN APRIL DAY . WHEN the warm sun , that brings Seed - time and harvest , has returned again , ' Tis sweet to visit the still wood , where springs The first flower of the plain . 1 I love the season well ...
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... listen may , God bless them every one ! I dart away , in the bright blue day , And the golden fields of the sun . " Thus do I sing my weary song , Wherever the four winds blow ; And this same song , my whole life long , Neither poet nor ...
... listen may , God bless them every one ! I dart away , in the bright blue day , And the golden fields of the sun . " Thus do I sing my weary song , Wherever the four winds blow ; And this same song , my whole life long , Neither poet nor ...
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... listening to their beloved pastor . He is their patriarch , and , like Melchizedek , both priest and king , though ... listen devoutly to the good man's words . But the young men , like Gallio , care for none of these things . They are ...
... listening to their beloved pastor . He is their patriarch , and , like Melchizedek , both priest and king , though ... listen devoutly to the good man's words . But the young men , like Gallio , care for none of these things . They are ...
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... listened to the song , I thought my turn would come ere long , Thou knowest it is at Whitsuntide . Thy cards forsooth can never lie , To me such joy they prophesy , Thy skill shall be vaunted far and wide When they behold him at my side ...
... listened to the song , I thought my turn would come ere long , Thou knowest it is at Whitsuntide . Thy cards forsooth can never lie , To me such joy they prophesy , Thy skill shall be vaunted far and wide When they behold him at my side ...
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... Listen to my one - fold thought . Quickest is best To make known Whence your coming may be . " THE SOUL'S COMPLAINT AGAINST THE BODY . FROM THE ANGLO - SAXON , MUCH it behoveth Each one of mortals , That he his soul's journey In himself ...
... Listen to my one - fold thought . Quickest is best To make known Whence your coming may be . " THE SOUL'S COMPLAINT AGAINST THE BODY . FROM THE ANGLO - SAXON , MUCH it behoveth Each one of mortals , That he his soul's journey In himself ...
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Page 4 - 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 338 - 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. 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.
Page 338 - 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 162 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part ; For the Gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen ; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean.
Page 365 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventyfive ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village...
Page 409 - 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. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. A whisper, and then a silence : Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together...
Page 4 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 110 - 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. Come, read to me some poem, Some...
Page 342 - This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice...
Page 157 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.