Ladies' Magazine, Том 1Putnam & Hunt, 1828 |
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... smile with He will present her his sub- which the gift is received , will recur , like a dream of light , to his memory , while reflecting that the soft eyes of his charmer are , for his sake , often employed on its pure pages , while ...
... smile with He will present her his sub- which the gift is received , will recur , like a dream of light , to his memory , while reflecting that the soft eyes of his charmer are , for his sake , often employed on its pure pages , while ...
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... smile that wreathed Her rigid , sunken features , When I the fatal promise breathed ! - -O , God ! why must thy creatures Be tortured thus ? -but plead not , love , The promise hath been given , My mother bore my faith above , For she ...
... smile that wreathed Her rigid , sunken features , When I the fatal promise breathed ! - -O , God ! why must thy creatures Be tortured thus ? -but plead not , love , The promise hath been given , My mother bore my faith above , For she ...
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... smile that played on his lip , while gazing on the faces of those he loved . And he pos- sessed that surest pledge of virtue in the dependent , a grate- ful mind ; joined with a sense of honor so scrupulous , that he would have died ...
... smile that played on his lip , while gazing on the faces of those he loved . And he pos- sessed that surest pledge of virtue in the dependent , a grate- ful mind ; joined with a sense of honor so scrupulous , that he would have died ...
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... smile upon her . But she knew he loved her , and to retain and merit his affection , was her study and pride . O , she was a sweet girl ! as gay as a swallow , and yet gentle as a dove - persevering , and yet flexible ; just the ...
... smile upon her . But she knew he loved her , and to retain and merit his affection , was her study and pride . O , she was a sweet girl ! as gay as a swallow , and yet gentle as a dove - persevering , and yet flexible ; just the ...
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... smile of tenderness , mingled with a shade of sorrow , passed over the usually fixed , and almost stern features of Mr. Clark . He collected his writing materials , and sat down to answer Walter's letter ; but what he wrote , aunt Judy ...
... smile of tenderness , mingled with a shade of sorrow , passed over the usually fixed , and almost stern features of Mr. Clark . He collected his writing materials , and sat down to answer Walter's letter ; but what he wrote , aunt Judy ...
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Стр. 411 - O'er Gunga's mimic sea ! I miss thee at the dawning gray, When, on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs I lay And woo the cooler wind. I miss thee when by Gunga's stream My twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side.
Стр. 328 - O'er other creatures: yet, when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best. All higher knowledge in her presence falls Degraded : wisdom in discourse with her Loses, discountenanced, and like folly shows...
Стр. 369 - Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Стр. 459 - WHAT is that, Mother ? The lark, my child ! The morn has but just looked out, and smiled ; When he starts, from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out, in his Maker's ear : Ever my child, be thy morn's first lays, Tuned,' like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, Mother...
Стр. 194 - ... durable, because more natural, and which, according to the different views in which we survey her, is capable either of exalting beyond measure, or diminishing the lustre of her character. This prejudice is founded on the consideration of her sex. When we contemplate...
Стр. 50 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Стр. 460 - What is that, mother ? The swan, my love. — He is floating down from his native grove, No loved one now, no nestling nigh ; He is floating down by himself to die ; Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when Death shall come, Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home.
Стр. 50 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh ! night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Стр. 150 - It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul alive.