Choice Thoughts; Or, Selections from Nearly One Hundred and Fifty Different Authors, for Use of High Schools for Reading, Recitation, and AnalysisIsaac Newton Carleton D. Appleton, 1878 - 132 páginas |
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Choice Thoughts, Or, Selections from Nearly One Hundred and Fifty Different ... Charles Northend,Isaac Newton Carleton Visualização integral - 1882 |
Choice Thoughts: Or, Selections from Nearly One Hundred and Fifty Different ... Charles Northend,I. N. Carleton Visualização integral - 1880 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
angel Anon beauty beneath blessings bloom breathe bright charities Chas cheerful clouds Conn dark deeds deep dews E. P. Whipple earth Education Elihu Burritt England eternity fall feed five thousand feel flowers fruit gentleman give glorious glory glow gold H. W. Longfellow hand happiness hath heart heaven honor hope Horace Bushnell Horace Greeley hour hues human J. G. Holland John Greenleaf Whittier John Keble Labor land life's light liveth living Lord Lord Byron Mass mighty mind moral morning mountain native politeness nature never night o'er ocean P. J. Bailey pass peace pleasure R. W. Emerson rest Robert Pollok rose Scotland shine Silvio Pellico smile song sorrow soul speak spirit stars storm stream sweet Sweet day tempest thee There's things thou thought thousand toil tree True truth virtue voice waves weary winds Wisdom wise youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 93 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead: That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Página 98 - Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own, Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease; The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his Gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country ever is, at home.
Página 112 - We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope...
Página 116 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Página 88 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Página 79 - Yet nerve thy spirit to the proof, And blench not at thy chosen lot ; The timid good may stand aloof, The sage may frown ; yet faint thou not. Nor heed the shaft too surely cast, The foul and hissing bolt of scorn ; For with thy side shall dwell at last The victory of endurance borne.
Página 100 - Bear it that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not...
Página 98 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Página 111 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and Music in its roar...
Página 71 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.