True Womanhood: Memorials of Eliza HesselHamilton, Adams, 1870 - 315 Seiten |
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... dear Sarah , what were my reflections the first day I was at school . In the evening I sat down and asked myself , ' what have I learnt to - day ? ' The answer my heart gave somewhat startled me . It was this I have to - day learnt the ...
... dear Sarah , what were my reflections the first day I was at school . In the evening I sat down and asked myself , ' what have I learnt to - day ? ' The answer my heart gave somewhat startled me . It was this I have to - day learnt the ...
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... all my griefs In childish innocence to you were told ; While , in my young simplicity , I deem'd My tears were answered by your soothing sighs . Oh ! ye were dear . And now my infant years , Like visions flying from the light of morn , ...
... all my griefs In childish innocence to you were told ; While , in my young simplicity , I deem'd My tears were answered by your soothing sighs . Oh ! ye were dear . And now my infant years , Like visions flying from the light of morn , ...
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... dear me ! how one's thoughts ramble . " " The sight of your letter , " she says to him again , a few months afterwards , " gave me pleasure ; but those parts of it which relate to your health have occasioned me much concern . I never ...
... dear me ! how one's thoughts ramble . " " The sight of your letter , " she says to him again , a few months afterwards , " gave me pleasure ; but those parts of it which relate to your health have occasioned me much concern . I never ...
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... dear Polly , that for more than three long weeks we have been keeping our lonely vigils by the dying pillow of my dear father , and that now , your friend is writing by the sick couch at an hour when your eyes are doubtless closed in ...
... dear Polly , that for more than three long weeks we have been keeping our lonely vigils by the dying pillow of my dear father , and that now , your friend is writing by the sick couch at an hour when your eyes are doubtless closed in ...
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... . Pardon this eulogy on dear old Leeds . Amid the incessant din of its busy commerce , and the eternal smoke of its factories , there are more true- 1850 ] REMINISCENCES BY A FELLOW - PUPIL . 47 46 [ 1850 MEMORIALS OF ELIZA HESSEL .
... . Pardon this eulogy on dear old Leeds . Amid the incessant din of its busy commerce , and the eternal smoke of its factories , there are more true- 1850 ] REMINISCENCES BY A FELLOW - PUPIL . 47 46 [ 1850 MEMORIALS OF ELIZA HESSEL .
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Seite 167 - 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 !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Seite 167 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Seite 280 - He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and though poor perhaps, compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers. His to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who, with filial confidence inspired, Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuons eye, 'And smiling say —
Seite 55 - JUST as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bid'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come...
Seite 133 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Seite 305 - For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory.
Seite 297 - Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all thy getting, get understanding. Exalt her, and she shall promote thee: she shall bring thee to honor, when thou dost embrace her.
Seite i - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food: For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Seite 55 - Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come...
Seite 90 - When heaven is opening on my sightless eyes, When airs from paradise refresh my brow, The earth in darkness lies. In a purer clime, My being fills with rapture — waves of thought Roll in upon my spirit — strains sublime Break over me unsought. Give me now my lyre ! I feel the stirrings of a gift divine ; Within my bosom glows unearthly fire, Lit by no skill of mine.