Student and Family Miscellany, Volumes 7-8N.A. Calkins, 1854 |
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Page 3 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
Page 187 - Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Make our earth an Eden, Like the heaven above.
Page 65 - Tis brightness all ; save where the new snow melts Along the mazy current. Low, the woods Bow their hoar head...
Page 111 - And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, But words of the Most High Have told, why first thy robe of beams Was woven in the sky.
Page 85 - And amidst the flashing and feathery foam The Stormy Petrel finds a home, — A home, if such a place may be, For her who lives on the wide, wide sea, On the craggy ice, in the frozen air, And only seeketh her rocky lair To warm her young, and to teach them to spring At once o'er the waves on their stormy wing...
Page 67 - Ring out a slowly dying cause. And ancient forms of party strife ; Ring in the nobler modes of life With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Page 66 - Tis midnight's holy hour — and silence now Is brooding like a gentle spirit o'er The still and pulseless world. Hark! on the winds The bell's deep tones are swelling; 'tis the knell Of the departed year. No funeral train Is sweeping past; yet, on the stream and wood, With melancholy light the moonbeams rest Like a pale, spotless shroud; the air is stirred As by a mourner's sigh; and on yon cloud, That floats so still and placidly...
Page 111 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or mirror'd in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam.
Page 73 - I live for those who love me, For those who know me true, For the heaven that smiles above me, And awaits my spirit, too; For the cause that lacks assistance, For the wrong that needs resistance, For the future in the distance, And the good that I can do.
Page 67 - As the wild air stirs and sways The tree-swung cradle of a child, So the breath of these rude days Rocks the year : — be calm and mild, Trembling hours, she will arise With new love within her eyes.