Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 pages |
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... William Wordsworth , 164 They are all Gone , by Henry Vaughan , 166 Star , 117 Hymn for the First of August , • 118 The Celestial Railroad , by Nathaniel Hawthorne , Sonnet to J. M. K. , by Alfred Tennyson , The Leveller , by " Barry ...
... William Wordsworth , 164 They are all Gone , by Henry Vaughan , 166 Star , 117 Hymn for the First of August , • 118 The Celestial Railroad , by Nathaniel Hawthorne , Sonnet to J. M. K. , by Alfred Tennyson , The Leveller , by " Barry ...
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... William Wordsworth , " May I Come Up ! " Love and Faith , by Lydia Maria Child , A Chippewa Legend , by James Russell Lowell , 221 We have been Friends together , by Caroline The Indian Girl's Burial , by Lydia H. Sigourney , 236 Never ...
... William Wordsworth , " May I Come Up ! " Love and Faith , by Lydia Maria Child , A Chippewa Legend , by James Russell Lowell , 221 We have been Friends together , by Caroline The Indian Girl's Burial , by Lydia H. Sigourney , 236 Never ...
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... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH , Composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey , on re- visiting the Banks of the Wye during a tour . July 13 , 1798 . To him , who , neglecting the revelations of imme- diate duty , looks regretfully behind and fearfully ...
... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH , Composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey , on re- visiting the Banks of the Wye during a tour . July 13 , 1798 . To him , who , neglecting the revelations of imme- diate duty , looks regretfully behind and fearfully ...
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... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . Among the dwellings framed by birds In field or forest with nice care , Is none that with the little Wren's In snugness may compare . No door the tenement requires , And seldom needs a laboured ... William Wordsworth,
... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . Among the dwellings framed by birds In field or forest with nice care , Is none that with the little Wren's In snugness may compare . No door the tenement requires , And seldom needs a laboured ... William Wordsworth,
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... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . Three years she grew in sun and shower , Then Nature said , " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine , and I will make A Lady of my own . Myself will to my ...
... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . Three years she grew in sun and shower , Then Nature said , " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine , and I will make A Lady of my own . Myself will to my ...
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angels beautiful beneath birds blessing blood bosom breast breath brother brow calm child clouds cold dark death deep divine doth dream earth evil eyes face faith father fear feel flowers freedom friends gentle give grace grave hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY W holy hope hour human JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN G land light lips live look LYDIA MARIA CHILD MARY HOWITT mind mother N. P. WILLIS nature neath never night o'er peace poor prayer prison racter round Rübezahl seemed silent sing slave slavery sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars strong sunshine sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought toil true truth UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA unto Vanity Fair voice weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words young
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Page 270 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
Page 249 - With fingers weary and worn. With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Page 249 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Page 165 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Page 67 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 207 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. "And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
Page 208 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 256 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.
Page 165 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm., By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 165 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create,* And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In Nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.