The Young Lady's Cabinet of Gems: A Choice Collection of Pieces in Poetry and ProseD.W. Evans & Company, 1860 - 336 Seiten |
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... person himself asking , Have we not in this occurrence an indication of that almost infinite power of memory which we shall feel after death ? To me there is a world of instruction in a single reliable account like this . It gives us a ...
... person himself asking , Have we not in this occurrence an indication of that almost infinite power of memory which we shall feel after death ? To me there is a world of instruction in a single reliable account like this . It gives us a ...
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... person when expiring . " The Death Flag . - By MISS CRUMP . THE days of his life are well nigh spent . He lieth in patient meekness ; And God hath his holy angels sent To comfort him in his weakness : He doth not the mournful wailings ...
... person when expiring . " The Death Flag . - By MISS CRUMP . THE days of his life are well nigh spent . He lieth in patient meekness ; And God hath his holy angels sent To comfort him in his weakness : He doth not the mournful wailings ...
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... person - though Mrs. Fairfax was the taller and finer woman of the two - but in manner . Mrs. Fair- fax was as cold and constrained as her sister was volatile . At times she was perfectly repulsive . She was very beautiful : she had the ...
... person - though Mrs. Fairfax was the taller and finer woman of the two - but in manner . Mrs. Fair- fax was as cold and constrained as her sister was volatile . At times she was perfectly repulsive . She was very beautiful : she had the ...
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... person's race , if nothing else . We know that Smith is a Saxon , and that his ancestor , in some remote day , hammered hot iron , whatever airs he may take on himself now , or however grand are his present connexions . We know as ...
... person's race , if nothing else . We know that Smith is a Saxon , and that his ancestor , in some remote day , hammered hot iron , whatever airs he may take on himself now , or however grand are his present connexions . We know as ...
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... persons , and thus contrived to live very decently , without trenching upon her little capital , till at length she attained the discreet age of two - and - forty . Isbel had at no period of life been a beauty . She had an iron - gray ...
... persons , and thus contrived to live very decently , without trenching upon her little capital , till at length she attained the discreet age of two - and - forty . Isbel had at no period of life been a beauty . She had an iron - gray ...
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ancient angel beauty bishop of Cambray bitter melon blessing breath bright calm character charms cheek child Christ Christian Cuvier dark death deep delight doth Dragoman duty earth Esau evil eyes fair father fear feel finger rings flowers Fordyne friends gentle give glad glory grace hand happy Harville hast hath heard heart heaven holy hour husband Isbel JOANNA BAILLIE kind labour lady light lips live look Madame Roland marriage mind morning mother mournful walls nature ne'er Nelcombe never night o'er obedience once Otley Pasha peace prayer racter Rebekah red curse ring round savage pencil seemed sigh singing smile song sorrow soul spirit Stanford sweet sweet charity tears tell thee thine things thou thought tion Trafford turn Twas voice War-spirit watch wear weeping wife wild wilder grace woman words worship young youth
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Seite 232 - Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day ? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again ? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending...
Seite 208 - ... and reprove; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe ; From vain temptations dost set free; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
Seite 124 - The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage, The wail of famine in beleaguered towns. The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder, The diapason of the cannonade.
Seite 97 - WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.
Seite 114 - The time is come. See how he points his eager hand this way ! See how his eyes gloat on thy grief, like a kite's upon the prey ! With all his wit, he little deems, that, spurned, betrayed, bereft, Thy father hath in his despair one fearful refuge left. He little deems that in this hand I clutch what still can save Thy gentle youth from taunts and blows, the portion of the slave ; Yea, and from nameless evil, that passeth taunt and blow — Foul outrage which thou knowest not, which thou shalt never...
Seite 62 - Life's newness, and earth's garniture spread out; And when the silver habit of the clouds Comes down upon the autumn sun, and with A sober gladness the old year takes up His bright inheritance of golden fruits, A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene. There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees...
Seite 312 - Twa bairns, and but ae heart ! 'Twas then we sat on ae laigh bink, To leir ilk ither lear ; And tones and looks and smiles were shed, Remembered evermair. 1 wonder Jeanie, aften yet, When sitting on that bink, Cheek touchin' cheek, loof locked in loof, What our wee heads could think. When baith bent doun ower ae braid page, Wi' ae buik on our knee, Thy lips were on thy lesson, but My lesson was in thee.
Seite 124 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace...
Seite 243 - And Jacob said to Rebekah his mother, Behold Esau my brother is a hairy man, and I am a smooth man: my father peradventure will feel me, and I shall seem to him as a deceiver; and I shall bring a curse upon me, and not a blessing.
Seite 219 - The Reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child. " They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.