 The year is dying away,' says Goethe, ' like the sound of bells. The wind passes over the stubble, and finds nothing to move. Only the red berries of that slender tree seem as if they would fain remind us of something cheerful ; and the measured beat...  Fragments from German Prose Writers - Side 801841 - 353 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1830 - 428 sider
...inward light might in time break forth, so that we should no longer stand in need of the outer ? Ib. The year is dying away like the sound of bells. The...and finds nothing to move. Only the red berries of the slender tree seem as if they would fain remind us of something cheerful; and the measured beat... | |
 | 1831 - 478 sider
...keep our merry Christmas still. Sir Walter Scolt. THE year is dying away like the sound of bells. TLe wind passes over the stubble, and finds nothing to...thought that in the dry and fallen ear lies so much nourishment and life. — Goethe. The natural features of December partake generally in the character... | |
 | Lydia Maria Child - 1845 - 310 sider
...' How do you do V but in winter it looks a mute farewell. ' The year is dying away,' says Goethe, ' like the sound of bells. The wind passes over the...fallen ear lies so much of nourishment and life.' Thus Hope springs ever from the bosom of sadness. A welcome to the New Year mingles with our fond farewell... | |
 | Lydia Maria Child - 1850 - 300 sider
...' How do you do V but in winter it looks a mute farewell. ' The year is dying away,' says Goethe, ' like the sound of bells. The wind passes over the...thresher's flail calls up the thought that in the dry and fatten ear lies so much of nourishment and life.'1 Thus Hope springs ever from the bosom of sadness.... | |
 | Edward Everett Hale, Lucretia Peabody Hale - 1850 - 290 sider
...wind shook the leaves from the trees, and sighed through the pines ; a dark sky hung over the earth. " The year is dying away, like the sound of bells. The...would fain remind us of something cheerful ; and the meavSiired beat of the threshing-flail calls up the thought that in the dry and fallen ear lies so... | |
 | Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells - 1856 - 878 sider
...passage, which meets us as we open the Drawer for the last time in another year : " The year is going away like the sound of bells. The wind passes over...to move, only the red berries of that slender tree, which seem as if they would remind us of something cheerful; and the measured beat of the thresher's... | |
 | 1856 - 880 sider
...stubble and finds nothing to move, only the red berries of that slender tree, which seem as if they would remind us of something cheerful; and the measured...thresher's flail calls up the thought that in the dry «nd falling car lies so much nourishment and life." One vear goes and another comes. The sun goes... | |
 | Sunbeams - 1861 - 368 sider
...life is overcast, Love, Hope, and Joy, alike adieu ! Would I could add Remembrance too. — Byron. — The year is dying away like the sound of bells. The...remind us of something cheerful ; and the measured bieat of the thrasher's flail calls up the thought that in the dry and fallen year lies so much of... | |
 | Select thoughts, Edwin Davies (D.D.) - 1875 - 858 sider
...Church-bell sad and slow, And tread eoftly and speak low, For the Old Year lies »-dying.— Tennyion. The Year is dying away like the sound of bells. The...finds nothing to move. Only the red berries of that elender free seem as if they would fain remind us of something cheerful ; and the measured l>eat of... | |
 | Great thoughts - 1882 - 742 sider
...Church-bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the Old Year lies a-dying. — Tenngson. The Year is dying away like the sound of bells. The...nothing to move. Only the red berries of that slender uve seem as if they would fain remind us of something cheerful ; and the measured beat of the thrasher's... | |
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