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A Sentiment in Verse for Every Day in the Year (Classic Reprint)
Walter Lorenzo Sheldon
No preview available - 2017
A Sentiment in Verse for Every Day in the Year (1906)
Walter Lorenzo Sheldon
No preview available - 2009
Alfred Tennyson American Anthology April beauty blessed breast calm climb dare dark deed divine doth Duty earth Edwin Markham eternal faith fear feel flowers forever Friedrich Schiller give God's hand Happy Warrior hath heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hope human immortal James Russell Lowell John Greenleaf Whittier July JULY 16 June JUNE 15 labor Life's light live Locksley Hall Lord man's March MARCH 15 mind Nature Nature's never night noble o'er onward pain past peace Percy pleasure Prayer race Ralph Waldo Emerson rest rise Robert Browning round Sept shalt Shelley silence sings slaves smile song soul spirit stars strife sweet thee thine things thou thought Thy wheel to-day to-morrow toil true truth unto Victorian Anthology voice weary William Cullen Bryant William Wordsworth wind wings Wouldst wrong yearning youth
Page 4 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Page 24 - This is life to come, Which martyred men have made more glorious For us who strive to follow. May I reach That purest heaven, be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty, Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, And in diffusion ever more intense. So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.
Page 68 - The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Page 48 - Whose powers shed round him in the common strife, Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace ; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a lover; and attired With sudden brightness, like a man inspired...
Page 63 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Page 40 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Page 31 - Therefore to whom turn I but to thee, the ineffable Name? Builder and maker, thou, of houses not made with hands! What, have fear of change from thee who art ever the same? Doubt that thy power can fill the heart that thy power expands? There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before...
Page 41 - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Page 53 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 14 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!