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2,201 illustrations — Poetic illustrations and verse for preaching
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll. Yes, yes, we know that we can jest, We know, we know that we can smile!
TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her glory reappears. But oh, my Country's wintry state What second spring shall renovate?
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such an one as thyself." ['Will sprawl, now that the heat of day is best, Flat on his belly in the pit's much mire, With elbows wide, fists clenched to prop his chin, And,...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining alwayes, disappears. In the Weak Circles of increasing Years; And his short Tumults of themselves Compose, While flowing Time above his Head does close.
My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bowed, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream.
It is not blasphemy to hope that Heaven More perfectly will give those nameless joys Which throb within the pulses of the blood And sweeten all that bitterness which Earth Infuses in the heaven-born soul.
WITH secret throes I marked that earth, That cottage, witness of my birth; And near I saw, bold issuing forth In youthful pride, A Lindsay race of noble worth, Famed far and wide.
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When Fortune left the royal Swede-- Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to combat and to bleed.
Piano di Sorrento Fortù, Fortù, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little feet! I was sure, if I tried, I could make you laugh spite of Scirocco.
'Tis midnight now--athwart the murky air, Dank lurid meteors shoot a livid gleam; From the dark storm-clouds flashes a fearful glare, It shows the bending oak, the roaring stream.
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they said, But for the more part they laugh'd and play'd; And at this tale I saw no man him grieve,...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!" The merchant's word Delighted the Master heard; For his heart was in his work, and the...
SCENE I.--_A Forest_. _Enter_ ARNOLD _and his mother_ BERTHA. _Bert._ Out, Hunchback! _Arn._ I was born so, Mother! _Bert._ Out, Thou incubus! Thou nightmare! Of seven sons, The sole abortion! _Arn._ Would that I had been so, And never seen the light!
I stood within the City disinterred; And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfalls Of spirits passing through the streets; and heard The Mountain's slumberous voice at intervals Thrill through those roofless halls; The oracular thunder penetrating shook The listening...
In that soft season, when descending showers Call forth the greens, and wake the rising flowers; When opening buds salute the welcome day, And earth relenting feels the genial ray; As balmy sleep had charm'd my cares to rest, And...
The sinking sun is taking leave, And sweetly gilds the edge of Eve, While huddling clouds of purple dye Gloomy hang the western sky. Crows crowd croaking over head, Hastening to the woods to bed. Cooing sits the lonely dove, Calling home her absent love.
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows; Useless each without the other!" Thus the youthful Hiawatha Said within himself and...
THE PROLOGUE. Godde's mercy!" said our Hoste tho, "Now such a wife I pray God keep me fro'.
"Nimium ne crede colori."--Virgil, ECLOGUE THE FIRST. _London.--Before the Door of a Lecture Room_. _Enter_ TRACY, _meeting_ INKEL. You're too late. Is it over? Nor will be this hour. But the benches are crammed, like a garden in flower.
On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of Life, descending, On the red crags of the quarry Stood erect, and called the nations, Called the tribes of men together.
THE PROLOGUE Our Host upon his stirrups stood anon, And saide; "Good men, hearken every one, This was a thrifty tale for the nones.
1 A CALIFORNIA song! A prophecy and indirection—a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air; A chorus of dryads, fading, departing—or hamadryads departing; A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and sky, Voice of a mighty dying tree in the Redwood forest dense.
THE PROLOGUE. OUR Hoste gan to swear as he were wood; "Harow!" quoth he, "by nailes and by blood, This was a cursed thief, a false justice. As shameful death as hearte can devise Come to these judges and their advoca's.
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