Odd Fellows' Literary Casket, Volúmenes1-2Tidball & Turner, 1854 |
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... tears of heaven , and bears a lesson on its velvet leaves more eloquent to him than all the pomp of high sounding words . To the child of genius , every leaf has a tongue , and the quick winds and sighing zephyrs awake harp - like ...
... tears of heaven , and bears a lesson on its velvet leaves more eloquent to him than all the pomp of high sounding words . To the child of genius , every leaf has a tongue , and the quick winds and sighing zephyrs awake harp - like ...
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... tears and groans of humanity ? And what were the boasting pro- fessions of Friendship and Love , if Truth formed not their basis , and corresponding acts did not exhibit the genuineness of those professions ? What , we ask , but an ...
... tears and groans of humanity ? And what were the boasting pro- fessions of Friendship and Love , if Truth formed not their basis , and corresponding acts did not exhibit the genuineness of those professions ? What , we ask , but an ...
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... tears and sobs , pleading as if her life hung upon his determination - for what ? -that she might be permitted to accompany the man who was to carry the body of her infant to the burial ground ! The official not only refused this small ...
... tears and sobs , pleading as if her life hung upon his determination - for what ? -that she might be permitted to accompany the man who was to carry the body of her infant to the burial ground ! The official not only refused this small ...
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... tears still flowed fast , but she looked at me with a sort of confidence . " Only mothers know , " said she . I asked her some particulars of her story as we left the office , and they will be found in the following simple sketch ...
... tears still flowed fast , but she looked at me with a sort of confidence . " Only mothers know , " said she . I asked her some particulars of her story as we left the office , and they will be found in the following simple sketch ...
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... tears and entreaties , prayed that the victim might be spared . The royal savage rejected her suit , and commanded her to leave Smith to his fate . Grown frantic at the failure of her supplication , Pocahontas threw her arms about Smith ...
... tears and entreaties , prayed that the victim might be spared . The royal savage rejected her suit , and commanded her to leave Smith to his fate . Grown frantic at the failure of her supplication , Pocahontas threw her arms about Smith ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Achish Ahimelech Amalekites angel army beautiful benevolence Big Foot blessings brethren bright brother Cape Horn Casket charity child church Cincinnati dark David David and Jonathan dear death divine duty earth ephod exclaimed eyes faith father fear feel flowers friendship Gibeah Grand Encampment Grand Lodge Grand Master Grand Sire hand happy hath heard heart heaven holy honor hope hour human Indian institution Israel Jonathan Keilah king lady light live Lodge or Encampment look Lord mind morning mother mountain Nabal nature never night noble Odd Fellows Odd-Fellowship officers Order passed peace Philistines poor present principles prison Saul scene session smile society song soon sorrow soul spirit stars Stella Subordinate Lodges sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tion truth voice words young Zanesville Ziklag
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Página 92 - And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Página 144 - After laying down my pen I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Página 31 - Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder?
Página 92 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee...
Página 144 - I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting...
Página 46 - There is a land, of every land the pride, Beloved by heaven o'er all the world beside...
Página 138 - Egypt. Now go and smite Amalek, and utterly destroy all that they have, and spare them not; but slay both man and woman, infant and suckling, ox and sheep, camel and ass.
Página 196 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Página 43 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Página 116 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.