The World's Way: Lays of Life and LabourWilliam P. Nimmo, 1864 - Počet stran: 304 |
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Strana xix
... comes a voice of cheer , HONOUR , GREATNESS , AND FAME . Honour and shame from no condition rise , GRAVE THESE COUNSELS ON THY SOUL . Thou whom chance may hither lead , HAPPINESS OF HUMBLE WORTH . He is the happy man whose life e'en now ...
... comes a voice of cheer , HONOUR , GREATNESS , AND FAME . Honour and shame from no condition rise , GRAVE THESE COUNSELS ON THY SOUL . Thou whom chance may hither lead , HAPPINESS OF HUMBLE WORTH . He is the happy man whose life e'en now ...
Strana 9
... comes the soft - breathing flower ; From the small insect the rich coral bower ; Only man , in the plan , ever shrinks from his part . Labour is life ! ' Tis the still water faileth ; Idleness ever despaireth , bewaileth : Keep the ...
... comes the soft - breathing flower ; From the small insect the rich coral bower ; Only man , in the plan , ever shrinks from his part . Labour is life ! ' Tis the still water faileth ; Idleness ever despaireth , bewaileth : Keep the ...
Strana 11
... Comes heaviest to the ground ; The bolts that spare the mountain's side , His cloud - capt eminence divide , And spread the ruin round . The well - inform'd philosopher , Rejoices with a wholesome fear , And hopes in spite of pain ; If ...
... Comes heaviest to the ground ; The bolts that spare the mountain's side , His cloud - capt eminence divide , And spread the ruin round . The well - inform'd philosopher , Rejoices with a wholesome fear , And hopes in spite of pain ; If ...
Strana 20
... Come up , and feel what health there is In the frank dawn's delighted eyes As , bending with a pitying kiss , The night - shed tears of earth she dries ! The Lord wants reapers ; oh mount up Before night comes , and says , " Too late ...
... Come up , and feel what health there is In the frank dawn's delighted eyes As , bending with a pitying kiss , The night - shed tears of earth she dries ! The Lord wants reapers ; oh mount up Before night comes , and says , " Too late ...
Strana 30
... comes a day for grief's o'erwhelming power , A time for softer tears - but all are thine ! Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for decay , And smile at thee - but thou art not of those That wait the ripen'd ...
... comes a day for grief's o'erwhelming power , A time for softer tears - but all are thine ! Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for decay , And smile at thee - but thou art not of those That wait the ripen'd ...
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ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER American angel Arouse thee beauty beneath bird bless blest bliss bosom brave breast breath bright brow calm cheer cloud crown dark darkest hour death despair doth dreams e'er earth ELIZA COOK eternal fair fame fate fear flow flowers frae gloom glory glow golden grief hand happiness hath heart heaven holy honour hope hour humble idle ilka JAMES BALLANTINE JOHN CRITCHLEY KATHARINE PHILIPS labour life's light live Look man's mind morning ne'er Never yield night nonny o'er pain peace Ploughshare poor red planet Mars rest rich RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES ROBERT POLLOK ROBERT SOUTHEY round shade shadows shine sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spin star strive sweet content tears thine things THOMAS PARNELL thou art thou hast thought to-day To-morrow toil truth voice wealth weary weep WILLIAM COWPER wind wise youth
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Strana 222 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Strana 185 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Strana 220 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Strana 25 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Strana 95 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace : » Referring to the obsequies for the dead.
Strana 223 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Strana 3 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad hearts ! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh ! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power!
Strana 31 - Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest — Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
Strana 139 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Strana 271 - O poor man's son ! scorn not thy state ; There is worse weariness than thine, In merely being rich and great ; Toil only gives the soul to shine, And makes rest fragrant and benign ; A heritage, it seems to me, Worth being poor to hold in fee. Both, heirs to some six feet of sod, Are equal in the earth at last; Both, children of the same dear God, Prove title to your heirship vast By record of a well-filled past ; A heritage, it seems to me, Well worth a life to hold in fee. THE ROSE: A BALLAD IN...