Leaves from an Invalid's Journal, and PoemsGeorge H. Whitney, 1858 - 235 páginas |
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... 68 20 . 70 21 . 73 22 . 78 23 . 82 24 ... 87 25 . 92 26 . 95 27 . ..102 Minnie . A Temperance Tale .... .105 Alice ; or , The Victim of Revenge . ..127 A Dialogue on Peace .. ..137 POEMS . Page . To My Mother . To My 1 *
... 68 20 . 70 21 . 73 22 . 78 23 . 82 24 ... 87 25 . 92 26 . 95 27 . ..102 Minnie . A Temperance Tale .... .105 Alice ; or , The Victim of Revenge . ..127 A Dialogue on Peace .. ..137 POEMS . Page . To My Mother . To My 1 *
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... , were to make glad the hearts of the sorrowing ones . Thus , slowly , and noiselessly drops the curtain , before the advent of the true marriage of Love and Wisdom ! Alice : or , The Victim of Revenge . Reader 126 MINNIE .
... , were to make glad the hearts of the sorrowing ones . Thus , slowly , and noiselessly drops the curtain , before the advent of the true marriage of Love and Wisdom ! Alice : or , The Victim of Revenge . Reader 126 MINNIE .
Página 127
... Alice McLane ; and next , you would single out her companion , Julie Gra- ham , as most worthy of observation . Alice was an orphan , and she had drank deep of the cup of sorrow ; but you would not have thought it , for her face beamed ...
... Alice McLane ; and next , you would single out her companion , Julie Gra- ham , as most worthy of observation . Alice was an orphan , and she had drank deep of the cup of sorrow ; but you would not have thought it , for her face beamed ...
Página 128
... Alice was winning and gentle ; Julie was imperious and haughty . Alice was fair , with soft , grey , loving eyes , that expressed every emotion of the soul ; very small in person , and every motion betraying a nervous tem- perament ...
... Alice was winning and gentle ; Julie was imperious and haughty . Alice was fair , with soft , grey , loving eyes , that expressed every emotion of the soul ; very small in person , and every motion betraying a nervous tem- perament ...
Página 129
... Alice had patience without end ; and she surely should have known , for she taxed it to the utmost . Not that Alice was perfect ; for she often found the spirit of resentment rising within , and the warm blood mantling her cheek ; but ...
... Alice had patience without end ; and she surely should have known , for she taxed it to the utmost . Not that Alice was perfect ; for she often found the spirit of resentment rising within , and the warm blood mantling her cheek ; but ...
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Alice angel anguish Aurora Leigh beautiful bitter blessed bloom bosom breath bright calm Charlotte Brontë cheer child clasp clouds Crystal Palace dark darling daugh dear friend dearest death deep delight dreams earth earthly Edgar Poe Elihu Burritt eyes face faith Fanny Kemble Father fear feel felt flowers forget gaze gentle glad glad song glorious gold books grave hand happy hath hear heart Heaven holy hope hour knew leave letter light live look MacDonald Clark Margaret Fuller marriage mind Minnie mother never night noble o'er pain passed peace pleasant dreams poor prayer pure Robert Browning seems silent smile soothing sorrow soul speak spirit strength strive suffering sweet sympathy tears tell tender thine things thou art thou hast thought tide of light tone true turn voice watched weary wings woman words write yearned
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Página 39 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set, but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Página 93 - ... to the exasperation of the inequality of mankind? From what other cause has it arisen that the discoveries which should have lightened, have added a weight to the curse imposed on Adam? Poetry, and the principle of Self, of which money is the visible incarnation, are the God and Mammon of the world.
Página 93 - Poetry is indeed something divine. It is at once the centre and circumference of knowledge ; it is that which comprehends all science, and that to which all science must be referred. It is at the same time the root and blossom of all other systems of thought; it is that from which all spring, and that which adorns all; and that which, if blighted, denies the...
Página 1 - OH ! ask not, hope thou not too much Of sympathy below ; Few are the hearts whence one same touch Bids the sweet fountains flow: Few— and by still conflicting powers Forbidden here to meet — Such ties would make this life of ours Too fair for aught so fleet.
Página 139 - Ye lust, and have not : ye kill, and desire to have, and cannot obtain : ye fight and war, yet ye have not, because ye ask not.
Página 94 - The cultivation of poetry is never more to be desired than at periods when, from an excess of the selfish and calculating principle, the accumulation of the materials of external life exceed the quantity of the power of assimilating them to the internal laws of human nature.
Página 55 - Think, when our one soul understands The great Word which makes all things new, When earth breaks up and heaven expands, How will the change strike me and you In the house not made with hands?
Página 76 - But a man who does not know rigour cannot pity either. His very pity will be cowardly, egoistic, — sentimentality, or little better. I know not in the world an affection equal to that of Dante. It is a tenderness, a trembling, longing, pitying love : like the wail of...
Página 75 - I think it is the mournfulest face that ever was painted from reality ; an altogether tragic, heart-affecting face. There is in it, as foundation of it, the softness, tenderness, gentle affection as of a child ; but all this is as if congealed into sharp contradiction, into abnegation, isolation, proud hopeless pain.
Página 29 - NO, no, — let me lie Not on a field of battle when I die! Let not the iron tread Of the mad war-horse crush my helmed head; Nor let the reeking knife. That I have drawn against a brother's life, Be in my hand when Death Thunders along, and tramples me beneath His heavy squadron's heels, Or gory felloes of his cannon's wheels.