Kidd's Own Journal, Volumul 5William Spooner, 1854 |
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Pagina i
... human heart to NATURE's beauties all ; We know not , guess not , of its force or kind , But this full well we know , -When ill doth fall Upon us , when our hearts are sear'd and riven , " Tis then we seek the shade , and raise our eyes ...
... human heart to NATURE's beauties all ; We know not , guess not , of its force or kind , But this full well we know , -When ill doth fall Upon us , when our hearts are sear'd and riven , " Tis then we seek the shade , and raise our eyes ...
Pagina v
... Human , 125 , 320 Bullfinch's , A , Eggs , sucked by a Slug , 54 Butterflies of the Valley of the Amazon , 122 Cant and Hypocrisy , 257 , 258 , 268 , 316 Canaries Living and Breeding in the Open Air , 120 , 371 Canary , The , 120 , 280 ...
... Human , 125 , 320 Bullfinch's , A , Eggs , sucked by a Slug , 54 Butterflies of the Valley of the Amazon , 122 Cant and Hypocrisy , 257 , 258 , 268 , 316 Canaries Living and Breeding in the Open Air , 120 , 371 Canary , The , 120 , 280 ...
Pagina vi
... Human Brain , The , 125 , 320 Hungary , Social Life in , 140 Indications of Spring , 125 Insects , Lepidoptera , & c . , & c . , 57 , 161 , 188 , 248 , 249 , 254 . and their Uses , 313 Jay , The , 76 nut Matting , 251 ; Comic Duet , A ...
... Human Brain , The , 125 , 320 Hungary , Social Life in , 140 Indications of Spring , 125 Insects , Lepidoptera , & c . , & c . , 57 , 161 , 188 , 248 , 249 , 254 . and their Uses , 313 Jay , The , 76 nut Matting , 251 ; Comic Duet , A ...
Pagina vii
... Human Folly , 42 ; I cannot make thee Dead ! 275 ; I cannot say , " Farewell ! " 163 ; I Dreamt that the Friendship of Happier Days , 40 ; If I were a Voice , 134 ; I love an Open Countenance , 344 ; I love the Night , 203 ; Is it not ...
... Human Folly , 42 ; I cannot make thee Dead ! 275 ; I cannot say , " Farewell ! " 163 ; I Dreamt that the Friendship of Happier Days , 40 ; If I were a Voice , 134 ; I love an Open Countenance , 344 ; I love the Night , 203 ; Is it not ...
Pagina 2
... human heart , hallows all our disappointments , buoys up all our hopes , and makes us a philanthropist in the broadest and most significant sense of the word . How very many there are , who , though we have never seen them , yet write ...
... human heart , hallows all our disappointments , buoys up all our hopes , and makes us a philanthropist in the broadest and most significant sense of the word . How very many there are , who , though we have never seen them , yet write ...
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Pagina 164 - Go, from the creatures thy instructions take; learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; learn from the beasts the physic of the field; thy arts of building from the bee receive ; learn of the mole to plough, the worm to weave ; learn of the little nautilus to sail, spread the thin oar and catch the driving gale.
Pagina 109 - It is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter than before, The red-breast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field.
Pagina 63 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went on...
Pagina 25 - Out of whose womb came the ice? and the hoary frost of heaven, who hath gendered it? The waters are hid as with a stone, and the face of the deep is frozen.
Pagina 130 - There is something in sickness that breaks down the pride of manhood ; that softens the heart, and brings it back to the feelings of infancy. Who that has languished even in advanced life in sickness and despondency, who that has pined on a weary bed in the neglect and loneliness of a foreign land, but has thought on the mother " that looked on his childhood...
Pagina 226 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains, and of all that we behold From this green earth : of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create And what perceive...
Pagina 140 - WHAT is that, Mother ? The lark, my child! The morn has but just looked out, and smiled ; When he starts, from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out, in his Maker's ear: Ever my child, be thy morn's first lays, Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, Mother?
Pagina 253 - ... whom continual washing cannot cleanse. It is the very same black mud out of which the yellow lily sucks its obscene life and noisome odor. Thus we see, too, in the world that some persons assimilate only what is ugly and evil from the same moral circumstances which supply good and beautiful results — the fragrance of celestial flowers — to the daily life of others.
Pagina 238 - I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? George Wither.
Pagina 27 - The beauties of the wilderness are his, That make so gay the solitary place Where no eye sees them. And the fairer forms That cultivation glories in, are his. He sets the bright procession on its way, And marshals all the order of the year. He marks the bounds which winter may not pass, And blunts his pointed fury. In its case Russet and rude, folds up the tender germ Uninjured, with inimitable art, And ere one flowery season fades and dies Designs the blooming wonders of the next.