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... night , And their mighty crystals flash , in the newly wakened light : There is joy in shouting Egypt , when through her valleys wide , Pours the fountain of her harvests , its renovated tide . Through each zone that belts the earth ...
... night , And their mighty crystals flash , in the newly wakened light : There is joy in shouting Egypt , when through her valleys wide , Pours the fountain of her harvests , its renovated tide . Through each zone that belts the earth ...
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... night , as if the moonbeams were splintering like arrows on the ground : and you listen to it the more earnestly , that it is the going on of one of the most cunning and beautiful of nature's deep myste- ries . I know nothing so ...
... night , as if the moonbeams were splintering like arrows on the ground : and you listen to it the more earnestly , that it is the going on of one of the most cunning and beautiful of nature's deep myste- ries . I know nothing so ...
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... nights : for energy ? witness it in the overthrowing of the money - tables , while those who had desecrated the temple , were cast forth from the place they had polluted : for wisdom ? read it in every act of his life , and in every ...
... nights : for energy ? witness it in the overthrowing of the money - tables , while those who had desecrated the temple , were cast forth from the place they had polluted : for wisdom ? read it in every act of his life , and in every ...
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... night , but they will be indispensable as long as day and night , seed time and harvest shall last . W. L. G. Chree Days of Christopher Columbus . " BACK to Europe again ; let our sails be unfurled ! " " Three days , " said Columbus ...
... night , but they will be indispensable as long as day and night , seed time and harvest shall last . W. L. G. Chree Days of Christopher Columbus . " BACK to Europe again ; let our sails be unfurled ! " " Three days , " said Columbus ...
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... night , Illumes the vast dome with its beautiful light . 23 " Columbus ! " ' tis day , and the darkness hath past ! " Day ! " " and what dost thou see ? " " I see nought but the Vast ! " What matter ? he's calm ! but ah stranger , if ...
... night , Illumes the vast dome with its beautiful light . 23 " Columbus ! " ' tis day , and the darkness hath past ! " Day ! " " and what dost thou see ? " " I see nought but the Vast ! " What matter ? he's calm ! but ah stranger , if ...
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Page 276 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Page 159 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Page 199 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world, — with kings, The powerful of the earth, — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, — All in one mighty sepulchre.
Page 198 - 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.
Page 199 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Page 198 - Yet a few days and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Page 358 - It is easy' in the world to live after the world's opinion ; it is easy in solitude to live after our own ; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
Page 199 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, 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.
Page 275 - In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro...
Page 174 - ... 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven.