The Oak-openings: Or, The Bee-hunter, Volum 2

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Hurd and Houghton, 1869 - 456 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 168 - And he saw that rest was good, and the land that it was pleasant; and bowed his shoulder to bear, and became a servant unto tribute.
Pàgina 9 - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
Pàgina 185 - Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips the smile of truth. O, that dew, like balm, shall steal Into wounds, that cannot heal, Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile, like sunshine, dart Into many a sunless heart, For a smile of God thou art.
Pàgina 22 - How skilfully she builds her cell! How neat she spreads the wax ! And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play Let my first years be past, That I may give for every day Some good account at last.
Pàgina 353 - Was thy tempestuous road ; Nor indignation burnt before thee on thy way. But thee, a soft and naked child, Thy mother undefiled, In the rude manger laid to rest From off her virgin breast. The heavens were not commanded to prepare A gorgeous canopy of golden air ; Nor stoop'd their lamps th...
Pàgina 170 - There is no other land like thee, No dearer shore ; Thou art the shelter of the free ; The home, the port of liberty Thou hast been, and shall ever be, Till time is o'er. Ere I forget to think upon My land, shall mother curse the son She bore.
Pàgina 398 - Thou, to whom every faun and satyr flies For willing service ; whether to surprise The squatted hare while in half-sleeping fit ; Or upward ragged precipices flit To save poor lambkins from the eagle's maw ; Or by mysterious enticement draw Bewildered shepherds to their path again ; Or to tread breathless round the frothy main, And gather up all fancifullest shells For thee to tumble into Naiads...
Pàgina 383 - Lord ! the heathen tread The branches of Thy fruitful vine, That its luxurious tendrils spread O'er all the hills of Palestine. And now the wild boar comes to waste Even us, the greenest boughs and last, That, drinking of Thy choicest dew, On Zion's hill in beauty grew. No ! by the marvels of Thine hand, Thou still wilt save Thy chosen land ! By all Thine ancient mercies shown, By all our fathers...
Pàgina 83 - ... played! There oft a restless Indian queen (Pale Shebah with her braided hair) And many a barbarous form is seen To chide the man that lingers there. By midnight moons, o'er moistening dews; In habit for the chase arrayed, The hunter still the deer pursues, The hunter and the deer— a shade! And long shall timorous Fancy see The painted chief, and pointed spear, And Reason's self shall bow the knee To shadows and delusions here.
Pàgina 112 - In murmurings faint and distant moans; And ever afar in the silence deep Is heard the splash of the sturgeon's leap, And the bend of his graceful bow is seen — A glittering arch of silver sheen, Spanning the wave of burnished blue, And dripping with gems of the river dew.

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