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His anxious hopes and that though the pale messevger who had so fears were
realized - his hopes in his daughter often entered her dwelling , had spared the -
his fears in his son . While Charles remainloveliest plant for a while , he would
ere ...
His anxious hopes and that though the pale messevger who had so fears were
realized - his hopes in his daughter often entered her dwelling , had spared the -
his fears in his son . While Charles remainloveliest plant for a while , he would
ere ...
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Jane She acquiesced in their arrangements , and smiled at her sophistry , and
thought that soon found herself a boarder in a strange fam- || Charles had not
much to fear . ily , in her own house . But the attentions of Her garden now
engrossed ...
Jane She acquiesced in their arrangements , and smiled at her sophistry , and
thought that soon found herself a boarder in a strange fam- || Charles had not
much to fear . ily , in her own house . But the attentions of Her garden now
engrossed ...
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Twenty or twenty - five persons that odd unassimilating class of beings — the
were very badly injured , and some of them , it Bachelors , who seem to stand like
the lookers is feared , mortally . Fifty or sixty were slighton at a country ball ...
Twenty or twenty - five persons that odd unassimilating class of beings — the
were very badly injured , and some of them , it Bachelors , who seem to stand like
the lookers is feared , mortally . Fifty or sixty were slighton at a country ball ...
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Twenty or twenty - five persons that odd unassimilating class of beings — the
were very badly injured , and some of them , it Bachelors , who seem to stand like
the lookers is feared , mortally . Fifty or sixty were slighton at a country ball ...
Twenty or twenty - five persons that odd unassimilating class of beings — the
were very badly injured , and some of them , it Bachelors , who seem to stand like
the lookers is feared , mortally . Fifty or sixty were slighton at a country ball ...
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Fear ye not the lightning's stroke ? Mark ye not the fiery sky ? Hence , around our
central rock Gods are gathering , Romans ily . A MOTHER'S GIFT . Remember ,
love , who gave thee this , When other days shall come : When she , who had thy
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Fear ye not the lightning's stroke ? Mark ye not the fiery sky ? Hence , around our
central rock Gods are gathering , Romans ily . A MOTHER'S GIFT . Remember ,
love , who gave thee this , When other days shall come : When she , who had thy
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Seite 27 - I had in my pocket a handful of copper money, three or four silver dollars, and five pistoles in gold. As he proceeded I began to soften, and concluded to give the copper. Another stroke of his oratory made me ashamed of that, and determined me to give the silver ; and he finished so admirably, that I emptied my pocket wholly into the collector's dish, — gold and all.
Seite 64 - That reason, passion, answer one great aim ; That true self-love and social are the same ; That virtue only makes our bliss below, And all our knowledge is — ourselves to know.
Seite 28 - O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Seite 27 - I happened soon after to attend one of his sermons, in the course of which I perceived he intended to finish with a collection, and I silently resolved he should get nothing from me. I had in my pocket a handful of copper money, three or four silver dollars, and five pistoles in gold. As he proceeded I began to soften and concluded to give the copper.
Seite 136 - The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side: In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief: Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
Seite 136 - The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the goldenrod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear, cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen.
Seite 96 - The stars that gild the gloomy night; The seas that roll unnumber'd waves; The wood that spreads its shady leaves; The field whose ears conceal the grain, The yellow treasure of the plain; All of these, and all I see, Should be sung, and sung by me : They speak their maker as they can, But want and ask the tongue of man.
Seite 175 - I would go fifty miles on foot, for I have not a horse worth riding on, to kiss the hand of that man whose generous heart will give up the reins of his imagination into his author's hands — be pleased he knows not why, and cares not wherefore.
Seite 136 - ... wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen. And now when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home...
Seite 160 - And has he left his birds and flowers; And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again? " And by the brook and in the glade Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh ! while my brother with me play'd, Would I had loved him more !