A Gift for You, of Prose and Poetic GemsG. W. Cottrell, 1858 - 312 pages |
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Altonock angel autumn beams birds blessed bloom bosom breath breeze bright bright eyes brow burning calm charm cheek cheer clouds dark death deep doth dream dwell earth Factory Girl fading fair fancy feel flowers gaze gems gentle girl glorious glory glow hand happy Harriet Farley hast hath heart heart Of age heaven hope Horace Greeley hour human kindly labor land laugh life's live to love look lyre Manchester MERRIMACK RIVER mind morning mountain nature ne'er neath never night o'er pale passed pure pure song rapturous song rest RESTLESS HEART Sarah Josepha Hale scene shade shine sigh skies smile soft song sorrow soul speak spirit stars storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine things thou thought toil true truth ULTRAISM vale vision voice waves weary whisper wild wind wing woman youth
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Page 34 - LIGnT OF HOME. Though pleasure may smile -with a ray more bright, It dazzles to lead astray ; Like the meteor's flash it -will deepen the night, When thou treadest the lonely way. But the hearth of homo has a constant flame, And pure as the vestal fire
Page 148 - BOOKS. Books are the true levellers. They give to all, who right faithfully use them, the society, the spiritual presence, of the best and greatest of our race.
Page 25 - for some angel, as they passed, To shield the harp of heavenly song ! It shrieked — how could it bear the touch, The cold, rude touch of such a storm, When e'en the zephyr seemed too much Sometimes, though always light and warm ! It loudly shrieked — but ah, in vain : • The savage wind more fiercely blew
Page 25 - starry pinions' trembling gleams Would oft around the wild harp play. But soon the bloom of summer fled; In earth and air it shone no more ; Each flower and leaf fell pale and dead, While skies their wintry sternness wore. One day, loud blew the northern blast, The tempest's fury raged along;
Page 33 - HOME. Mr boy, thou wilt dream the world is fair, And thy spirit will sigh to roam, And thou must go ; but never when there Forget the light of home. • * I
Page 78 - among the saints on high, Companions of the blest. The sun hath set in folded clouds, Its twilight rays are gone, And gathered in the shades of night, The storm is rolling on. Alas ! how ill that bursting storm The fainting spirit braves, When they, the lovely and the lost, Are gone to early graves ! 0. WB
Page 159 - man resembles an owL in more respects than matter of wisdom. Like that solemn bird, he is about all feathers. Books, and their writers — of what consequence to humanity are either of them ? They are but copies, and resemblances of copies, when we might be gazing on originals. Works — whole- Alexandrian libraries of them — what
Page 187 - He numbers not the weary hour, He -welcomes not nor fears to-morrow. Farewell! I go my distant way; Perhaps, not far in future years, The eyes that glow with smiles to-day, May gaze upon thee, dim with tears. Then let me learn from thee to rise, All time and chance and change defying
Page 171 - the trees, when the day-god is low; The voice of the night-bird must here send a thrill To the heart of the leaves, when the winds are still. 'Mid graves do I hear them — they rise and they swell,
Page 221 - GIRL. O, sing, me the song of the Factory Girl, So merry, and glad, and free ! The bloom on her cheeks, of health how it speaks — 0, a happy creature is she! ] She tends the loom, she watches the spindle, And cheerfully