Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 psl. |
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... HUMAN , OFTEN ERRED ; AND EVEN IN THE PIECES HEREIN COLLECTED DID NOT APPROVE THEMSELVES PERFECT , - 25086 IS DEDICATED , IN THE HOPE THAT ITS GOOD MAY LIVE FOR EVER , AND ITS EVIL die with it . CONTENTS . POEMS BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW ...
... HUMAN , OFTEN ERRED ; AND EVEN IN THE PIECES HEREIN COLLECTED DID NOT APPROVE THEMSELVES PERFECT , - 25086 IS DEDICATED , IN THE HOPE THAT ITS GOOD MAY LIVE FOR EVER , AND ITS EVIL die with it . CONTENTS . POEMS BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW ...
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... Human Life , to light the fires of passion with from day to day , that Man begins to see , that the leaves which remain are few in number , and to remember , faintly at first , and then more clearly , that , upon the earlier pages of ...
... Human Life , to light the fires of passion with from day to day , that Man begins to see , that the leaves which remain are few in number , and to remember , faintly at first , and then more clearly , that , upon the earlier pages of ...
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... human intellect and heart , is the system of the Romish church . No one created mind , apparently , could ever have invented a scheme of delusion , of degradation of the soul , the intellect , the whole man , so perfect and complete as ...
... human intellect and heart , is the system of the Romish church . No one created mind , apparently , could ever have invented a scheme of delusion , of degradation of the soul , the intellect , the whole man , so perfect and complete as ...
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... Human thought has never made such gigantic efforts as when employed in scenes of butchery . Has skill ever been more active and successful - has Poetry ever so kindled , as when the flames of Troy lighted her page ? What school - boy is ...
... Human thought has never made such gigantic efforts as when employed in scenes of butchery . Has skill ever been more active and successful - has Poetry ever so kindled , as when the flames of Troy lighted her page ? What school - boy is ...
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... human voices , and deep organ - tones strug- gling upwards , vainly striving to express the hopes and aspirations ... human animals out of the village , as guiltless as tian principle , and a deep friendliness for humanity . they entered ...
... human voices , and deep organ - tones strug- gling upwards , vainly striving to express the hopes and aspirations ... human animals out of the village , as guiltless as tian principle , and a deep friendliness for humanity . they entered ...
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angels beautiful beneath birds blessing blood bosom breast breath brother brow calm child clouds cold dark death deep divine doth dream earth evil eyes face faith father fear feel flowers freedom friends gentle give grace grave hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY W holy hope hour human JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN G land light lips live look LYDIA MARIA CHILD MARY HOWITT mind mother N. P. WILLIS nature neath never night o'er peace poor prayer prison racter round Rübezahl seemed silent sing slave slavery sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars strong sunshine sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought toil true truth UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA unto Vanity Fair voice weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words young
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