A Tribute to Thomas Starr King

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Ticknor and Fields, 1865 - 247 pages
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Page 152 - 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. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And...
Page 175 - And they shall come from the east and from the west, and from the north and from the south, and shall sit down in the kingdom of God.
Page 210 - THAT time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
Page 231 - Peace to the just man's memory; let it grow Greener with years, and blossom through the flight Of ages ; let the mimic canvas show His calm benevolent features ; let the light Stream on his deeds of love, that shunned the sight Of all but heaven, and in the book of fame The glorious record of his virtues write And hold it up to men, and bid them claim A palm like his, and catch from him the hallowed flame.
Page 13 - Sink or swim, live or die, survive or perish, I give my hand, and my heart, to this vote.
Page 162 - Happy is the man that findeth wisdom, and the man that getteth understanding; for the merchandise of it is better than the merchandise of silver, and the gain thereof than fine gold.
Page 8 - Mingle, O bells, along the Western slope, With your deep toll a sound of faith and hope ! Wave cheerily still, O banner, half-way down, From thousand-masted bay and steepled town ! Let the strong organ with its loftiest swell Lift the proud sorrow of the land, and tell That the brave sower saw his ripened grain.
Page 223 - Do not weep for me. I know it is all right. I wish I could make you feel so. I wish I could describe my feelings. It is strange ! I feel all the privileges and greatness of the future.
Page 200 - Wood," and to-morrow I shall dine and sleep at your brother's, in Scott Valley, and speak in the evening at the very important and cultivated settlement of "Rough and Ready." "Scott's Bar" wants me. " Horsetown" is after me. " Mugginsville," bids high. "Oro Fino," applies with a long petition of names. "Mad Mule" has not yet sent in a request, nor ''Piety Hill," nor "Modesty Gulch," but doubtless they will be heard from in due time.
Page 63 - engaged in the study of a work on the latest school of German philosophy. It is by Dr. Ott, of Paris; and is an exposition of the system of Hegel. Kant's system is pretty difficult; but this ties the brain up in knots." He would attend at times in Boston German religious services on Sunday, in order to familiarize himself with the spoken language. Far into the night he would talk of Goethe and Schiller and their fellow-poets, and the German divines of the schools of Tholuck and De Wette. He read...

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