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... brooklet . Ever and anon I caught a glimpse of the deep blue sky ; but in a moment it was lost to view , and I was in total darkness . My vision was wonderful . I saw all surrounding objects with intense clearness ; for to me , the ...
... brooklet . Ever and anon I caught a glimpse of the deep blue sky ; but in a moment it was lost to view , and I was in total darkness . My vision was wonderful . I saw all surrounding objects with intense clearness ; for to me , the ...
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... brooklet and river that are near , glide past me as loudly and joyfully as ever . O , I love the music of the bounding streams , for they re- mind me of the happy laugh of innocent childhood . " But who the melodies of morn can tell ...
... brooklet and river that are near , glide past me as loudly and joyfully as ever . O , I love the music of the bounding streams , for they re- mind me of the happy laugh of innocent childhood . " But who the melodies of morn can tell ...
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Page 152 - As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth : For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone ; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Page 123 - As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head. The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Page 20 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering Worth is...
Page 200 - Dust, to its narrow house beneath ! Soul, to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death. No more may fear to die.
Page 121 - There is a glorious city in the sea; The sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing; and the salt seaweed Clings to the marble of her palaces.
Page 232 - Till the Ledaean stars, so famed for love, Wonder'd at us from above! We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine; But search of deep philosophy, Wit, eloquence, and poetry — Arts which I loved, for they, my friend, were thine.
Page 20 - Heav'n, He, ruin'd, sink! Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!
Page 32 - I would not live alway ; no — welcome the tomb, Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom; There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise, To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
Page 204 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell...
Page 166 - Hath ceased ; all, all around is quietness. Less fearful on this day, the limping hare Stops, and looks back, and stops, and looks on man, Her deadliest foe. The toil-worn horse, set free, Unheedful of the pasture, roams at large ; And, as his stiff unwieldy bulk he rolls, His iron-armed hoofs gleam in the morning ray.