The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Svazek 25Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew 1845 |
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Strana 23
... which hath grown Inseparable from thy purest thoughts , And brightens o'er thy face whose rose - like bloom Foretells love's reddening morning . If this be The secret of thy happiness , how 1845. ] 23 L'Envoi : To a Lady .
... which hath grown Inseparable from thy purest thoughts , And brightens o'er thy face whose rose - like bloom Foretells love's reddening morning . If this be The secret of thy happiness , how 1845. ] 23 L'Envoi : To a Lady .
Strana 24
... face made ruddy by the heat , shall smile Amid the rich green twilight . Nor shalt thou Come back with withered feelings , or as if Thou had'st found something holier than the love Which thou hast borne for nature ! She , amid This ...
... face made ruddy by the heat , shall smile Amid the rich green twilight . Nor shalt thou Come back with withered feelings , or as if Thou had'st found something holier than the love Which thou hast borne for nature ! She , amid This ...
Strana 25
... face is painted with their yellow dust . Now he gives chase to the butterfly ; not that he would destroy , but because it is on the move and seems to beckon him to a race . Anon he flings his little cap at the humming - bird , swift and ...
... face is painted with their yellow dust . Now he gives chase to the butterfly ; not that he would destroy , but because it is on the move and seems to beckon him to a race . Anon he flings his little cap at the humming - bird , swift and ...
Strana 26
... face of my Father who is in Heaven , and when my every pulse kept time and tune with the Perfect Will . But now his father and mother , soon missing him when he is absent from their sight , come out arm - in - arm to meet him ; leading ...
... face of my Father who is in Heaven , and when my every pulse kept time and tune with the Perfect Will . But now his father and mother , soon missing him when he is absent from their sight , come out arm - in - arm to meet him ; leading ...
Strana 27
... face , gave one his impression of her beauty . She was evidently younger than the brother , upon whose shoulder her cheek rested , who could not have long passed the boundary between youth and manhood , but yet was pale and dejected ...
... face , gave one his impression of her beauty . She was evidently younger than the brother , upon whose shoulder her cheek rested , who could not have long passed the boundary between youth and manhood , but yet was pale and dejected ...
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Strana 287 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Strana 165 - Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Strana 165 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Strana 165 - ... the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. " ' So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. " ' Our very hopes belied our fears ; Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. " ' For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; — she had Another morn than ours.
Strana 165 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling And banish the thoughts of day.
Strana 530 - Then spake Joshua to the LORD in the day when the LORD delivered up the Amorites before the children of Israel, and he said in the sight of Israel, Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou, Moon, in the valley of Ajalon.
Strana 272 - It is good to make two blades of grass grow where only one grew before.
Strana 509 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Strana 530 - Wherefore it is said in the book of the wars of the Lord, What he did in the Red Sea, and in the brooks of Arnon, 15 And at the stream of the brooks that goeth down to the dwelling of Ar, and lieth upon the border of Moab.
Strana 165 - We watch'd her breathing thro' the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seem'd to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad And chill with early showers, Her quiet...