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Lewis Gaylord Clark. 16 GOSSIP ABOUT CHILDREN . presently found ourselves by the side of the architect of that magnificent creation , and saw the line which held it reaching into the skies , and little white paper messengers gliding ...
Lewis Gaylord Clark. 16 GOSSIP ABOUT CHILDREN . presently found ourselves by the side of the architect of that magnificent creation , and saw the line which held it reaching into the skies , and little white paper messengers gliding ...
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... side , nor at any moment afterward . Waiting , watching for one token of recognition , hour after hour , in speechless agony , did that unhappy father bend over the couch of his dying son . Once , indeed , he thought he saw a smile of ...
... side , nor at any moment afterward . Waiting , watching for one token of recognition , hour after hour , in speechless agony , did that unhappy father bend over the couch of his dying son . Once , indeed , he thought he saw a smile of ...
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... side . CHARLES told HENRY not to say any thing about it , for , if he did , his father would never let him go near the water again . HENRY was very sorry ; and , all the way going home , he kept saying : " What will father say when he ...
... side . CHARLES told HENRY not to say any thing about it , for , if he did , his father would never let him go near the water again . HENRY was very sorry ; and , all the way going home , he kept saying : " What will father say when he ...
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... side of the river . Even while we watch it , it begins to shake its skirts , and to sift down upon the fading landscape its ' superflux of shower . ' Looking at this , we cannot choose but think of a memo- rable excursion which the ...
... side of the river . Even while we watch it , it begins to shake its skirts , and to sift down upon the fading landscape its ' superflux of shower . ' Looking at this , we cannot choose but think of a memo- rable excursion which the ...
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... side of a stone wall , which surrounded a grave - yard in a sparse grove , on a breezy eminence , about half - way to their place of destination . Having company , he thought little of the grave - yard , until he arrived opposite to it ...
... side of a stone wall , which surrounded a grave - yard in a sparse grove , on a breezy eminence , about half - way to their place of destination . Having company , he thought little of the grave - yard , until he arrived opposite to it ...
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Page 89 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Page 230 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Page 123 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow, The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Page 48 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
Page 77 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Page 164 - SEAWEED WHEN descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm-wind of the equinox. Landward in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges, Laden with seaweed from the rocks : From Bermuda's reefs ; from edges Of sunken ledges, In some far-off, bright Azore ; From Bahama, and the dashing, Silver-flashing Surges of San Salvador...
Page 40 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 229 - Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ! Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Page 48 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But, O, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 235 - And fades not in the glory of the sun, Where crystal columns send forth slender shafts And crossing arches, and fantastic aisles Wind from the sight in brightness and are lost Among the crowded pillars.