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... least expressed my trying , and the intent perforce must be taken for the deed . We can not all realize in our individual experiences the life - thoughts of many diverse minds . We can have but one attitude toward the world . I should ...
... least expressed my trying , and the intent perforce must be taken for the deed . We can not all realize in our individual experiences the life - thoughts of many diverse minds . We can have but one attitude toward the world . I should ...
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... least the site of an encampment . Starting from his father's farm , some few miles away , on horseback , with his money in silver in the saddlebags , my grandfather came to this , his final 16 AROUND AN OLD HOMESTEAD .
... least the site of an encampment . Starting from his father's farm , some few miles away , on horseback , with his money in silver in the saddlebags , my grandfather came to this , his final 16 AROUND AN OLD HOMESTEAD .
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... least in operation . The one used by grandmother is still kept at the home- stead , as a sort of relic , or reminder , of the days that have gone . Their life seems free and beautiful , as we look at it , in those olden days . I think ...
... least in operation . The one used by grandmother is still kept at the home- stead , as a sort of relic , or reminder , of the days that have gone . Their life seems free and beautiful , as we look at it , in those olden days . I think ...
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... least one hundred years old . It was here when grandfather first saw the place , and the land had changed hands twice before that . The walls have never been renewed - it has never been necessary to rewall it — and the stones are ...
... least one hundred years old . It was here when grandfather first saw the place , and the land had changed hands twice before that . The walls have never been renewed - it has never been necessary to rewall it — and the stones are ...
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... least , whether in harvest - time or when snow is drift- ing , one can always have a cup of the water of life ( shall we say ? ) , clear as crystal , icy - cold , and as sweet as the sap which falls from the maples . One end of the ...
... least , whether in harvest - time or when snow is drift- ing , one can always have a cup of the water of life ( shall we say ? ) , clear as crystal , icy - cold , and as sweet as the sap which falls from the maples . One end of the ...
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Page 352 - Behold, we know not anything. I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream: but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry.
Page 53 - Beauties that the earth hath lost; She will bring thee, all together, All delights of summer weather; All the buds and bells of May, From dewy sward or thorny spray; All the heaped Autumn's wealth, With a still, mysterious stealth: She will mix these pleasures up Like three fit wines in a cup...
Page 56 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Page 359 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 352 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Page 52 - Compensating his loss with added hours Of social converse and instructive ease, And gathering, at short notice, in one group The family dispersed, and fixing thought, Not less dispersed by day-light and its cares. I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fire-side enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts, that the lowly roof Of undisturbed retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.
Page 359 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Page 61 - Shut in from all the world without, We sat the clean-winged hearth about, Content to let the north-wind roar In baffled rage at pane and door, While the red logs before us beat The frost-line back with tropic heat...
Page 179 - So on he fares, and to the border comes Of Eden, where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, crowns with her inclosure green, As with a rural mound, the champaign head Of a steep wilderness, whose hairy sides With thicket overgrown, grotesque and wild, Access denied...
Page 231 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.