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 45
... Thou hast been my joy in grief , Balm in anguish , praise in blame ; And , save moments few and brief , I to thee have been the same . IV . Like that gem whose day - dim'd spark Flames a rosy sun at night , Ever as my soul grew dark ...
... Thou hast been my joy in grief , Balm in anguish , praise in blame ; And , save moments few and brief , I to thee have been the same . IV . Like that gem whose day - dim'd spark Flames a rosy sun at night , Ever as my soul grew dark ...
Strana 54
... thou hast more- - Give back the kindly words we loved so well ; Voices whose music on the spirit fell But tenderness to pour : The steps that never now around us tread , Faces that haunt our sleep ; give back , give back the dead ! Give ...
... thou hast more- - Give back the kindly words we loved so well ; Voices whose music on the spirit fell But tenderness to pour : The steps that never now around us tread , Faces that haunt our sleep ; give back , give back the dead ! Give ...
Strana 73
... thou cursing them , Thy flowers are withered on the stem . But one that for thy crime must fall , The youngest , best beloved of all , Shall bless thee with a father's name - That word shall wrap thy heart in flame ! VOL . XXV . 10 Yet thou ...
... thou cursing them , Thy flowers are withered on the stem . But one that for thy crime must fall , The youngest , best beloved of all , Shall bless thee with a father's name - That word shall wrap thy heart in flame ! VOL . XXV . 10 Yet thou ...
Strana 90
... Adieu to his Horse : ' ' My brindled one ! my brindled one ! thou standest silent by , Looking intent upon the ground , while tears are in thine eye ; Look not so hard upon that hay , mind not 90 [ January , Editor's Table .
... Adieu to his Horse : ' ' My brindled one ! my brindled one ! thou standest silent by , Looking intent upon the ground , while tears are in thine eye ; Look not so hard upon that hay , mind not 90 [ January , Editor's Table .
Strana 91
... thou may'st feel the silk . ' Farewell ! those free untired feet full many a mile may roam , Before thou ' it reach the stranger's barn , now destined for thy home ; Some other hand , less free than mine , will deal the hay to thee ...
... thou may'st feel the silk . ' Farewell ! those free untired feet full many a mile may roam , Before thou ' it reach the stranger's barn , now destined for thy home ; Some other hand , less free than mine , will deal the hay to thee ...
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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...