Fibre & Fabric: A Record of American Textile Industries in the Cotton and Woolen Trade, Volum 15


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Pàgina 58 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! "Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Pàgina 35 - Twos a skull, Once of ethereal spirit full, This narrow cell was life's retreat; This space was thought's mysterious seat. What beauteous visions filled this spot; What dreams of pleasure long forgot? Nor hope, nor joy, nor love, nor fear Have left one trace of record here. Beneath this mouldering canopy Once shone the bright and busy eye; But start not at the dismal void. If social love that eye employed...
Pàgina 84 - And deem that death had left it almost fair; And, laying snow-white flowers against my hair, Would smooth it down with tearful tenderness, And fold my hands with lingering caress — Poor hands, so empty and so cold to-night! If I should die to-night...
Pàgina 57 - I like the man who faces what he must With step triumphant and a heart of cheer; Who fights the daily battle without fear; Sees his hopes fail, yet keeps unfaltering trust That God is God; that somehow, true and just, His plans work out for mortals...
Pàgina 23 - Twas muttered in Hell, And echo caught faintly The sound as it fell. On the confines of earth 'Twas permitted to rest, And the depths of the ocean Its presence confessed.
Pàgina 172 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Pàgina 209 - Go to the Ant, thou Sluggard, consider her ways, and be wise: which having no guide, overseer, or ruler, provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest.
Pàgina 215 - It is a high, solemn, almost awful thought for every individual man, that his earthly influence, which has had a commencement, will never through all ages, were he the very meanest of us, have an end!
Pàgina 57 - Sees his hopes fail, yet keeps unfaltering trust That God is God; that somehow, true and just His plans work out for mortals; not a tear Is shed when fortune, which the world holds dear, Falls from his grasp; better, with love, a crust Than living in dishonor; envies not, Nor loses faith in man; but does his best, Nor ever murmurs at his humbler lot, But with a smile and words of hope, gives zest To every toiler; he alone is great, Who by a life heroic conquers fate.
Pàgina 35 - If with no lawless fire it gleamed, But through the dews of kindness beamed, That eye shall be forever bright When stars and suns are sunk in night. Within this hollow cavern hung The ready, swift, and tuneful tongue. If Falsehood's honey it disdained, And where it could not praise, was chained...

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