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" Which, from the stilly twilight of the place, And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Mingled their mossy boughs, and from the sound Of the invisible breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed His spirit with the... "
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The North American Review, Tập 22

1826 - 520 trang
...not resist the sacred influences, That, from the stilly twilight of the place, And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Mingled their mossy boughs,...breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole o'er him, and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power And inaccessible majesty. Ah, why...

The United States Literary Gazette, Tập 2

1824 - 494 trang
...not resist the sacred iufluences, That, from the stilly twilight of the place, And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Mingled their mossy boughs,...breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole o'er him, and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power And inaccessible majesty. Ah, why...

The United States Literary Gazette, Tập 2

1825 - 574 trang
...iufluences, That, from the stilly twilight of the place, And from the gray old trunks that high in heave* Mingled their mossy boughs, and from the sound Of...breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole o'er him, and bowed H,- spirit with the thought of boundless power And inaccessible majesty. Ah, wby...

The United States Literary Gazette, Tập 2

1825 - 492 trang
...green tops, stole o'er him, and howed His spirit with the thought of houndless power And inaccessihle majesty. Ah, why Should we, in the world's riper years,...neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised. Let me, at leatt, Here, in the shadow...

Miscellaneous Poems Selected from the United States Literary Gazette

1826 - 192 trang
...boughs, and from the sound Of the invisible breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole o'er him, and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless...neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised. Let me, at least, Here, in the shadow...

The Christian Reformer, Or, New Evangelical Miscellany, Tập 12

1826 - 524 trang
...not resist the sacred influences That, from the stilly twilight of the place And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Mingled their mossy boughs,...breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole o'er him, and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power And inaccessible majesty. Ah, whyShould...

North-American Review and Miscellaneous Journal

1826 - 518 trang
...not resist the sacred influences, That, from the stilly twilight of the place, And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven" Mingled their mossy boughs,...breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole o'er him, and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power And inaccessible majesty. Ah, why...

Miscellaneous Poems Selected from the United States Literary Gazette

1826 - 192 trang
...not resist the sacred influences, That, from the stilly twilight of the place, And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Mingled their mossy boughs,...breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole o'er him, and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power And inaccessible majesty. Ah, why...

The National Reader: A Selection of Exercises in Reading and Speaking ...

John Pierpont - 1828 - 320 trang
...that swayed at once And inaccessible Majesty. Ah, why His spirit with the thought of boundless Power Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore That our frail hands have raised ! Let me, at least, Only among the crowd, and under roofs Here, in...

The National Reader: A Selection of Exercises in Reading and Speaking ...

John Pierpont - 1829 - 290 trang
...not resist the sacred influences, That, from the stilly twilight of the place, And from the gray old trunks, that, high in heaven, Mingled their mossy...neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised ! Let me, at least, Here, in the shadow...




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