Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, Том 8John Sartain, Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart John Sartain & Company, 1851 |
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... the land where the Aloe trees grow ; Sweet as the smiles that now play round thy mouth , There , there's the bright spot where young vi - o - lets blow . Oh , come then with me , o'er the far distant sea , Oh ,. Come to the South. ...
... the land where the Aloe trees grow ; Sweet as the smiles that now play round thy mouth , There , there's the bright spot where young vi - o - lets blow . Oh , come then with me , o'er the far distant sea , Oh ,. Come to the South. ...
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... round its fragrance sheds ; Each by the Voice is stirred . The green palm waves its flowers , And rocks in echoes speak ; The deserts bloom like bowers Where murmuring waters break , - A Voice , a Voice is there . And louder than the ...
... round its fragrance sheds ; Each by the Voice is stirred . The green palm waves its flowers , And rocks in echoes speak ; The deserts bloom like bowers Where murmuring waters break , - A Voice , a Voice is there . And louder than the ...
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... round the trellis of thy home , The vine , entwining fair , With perfume of its choicest flowers , Enriched the balmy air ; And when the full , solstitial moon , Poured such a flood of light , As if the crystal gates of heaven Were ...
... round the trellis of thy home , The vine , entwining fair , With perfume of its choicest flowers , Enriched the balmy air ; And when the full , solstitial moon , Poured such a flood of light , As if the crystal gates of heaven Were ...
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... round : " I see you are very slow with your needle ; my other girl , Chilson , would have done the work in half the time . I don't like eye - ser- vants . " The poor girl sighed heavily . " I am very sorry that I have not been able to ...
... round : " I see you are very slow with your needle ; my other girl , Chilson , would have done the work in half the time . I don't like eye - ser- vants . " The poor girl sighed heavily . " I am very sorry that I have not been able to ...
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... round . Oh ! who could call it a lonely scene , With its wealth of song , and its dress of green ? I feel it no solitude lingering here , Though Nature's the only companion near . Alone , alone in the twilight gray , Afar from the ...
... round . Oh ! who could call it a lonely scene , With its wealth of song , and its dress of green ? I feel it no solitude lingering here , Though Nature's the only companion near . Alone , alone in the twilight gray , Afar from the ...
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Стр. 369 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Стр. 330 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies: She drew an angel down.
Стр. 329 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
Стр. 50 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Стр. 395 - BY THE rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
Стр. 44 - Imports not, if thou reckon right; the rest From Man or Angel the great Architect Did wisely to conceal, and not divulge His secrets, to be scanned by them who ought Rather admire. Or, if they list to try Conjecture, he his fabric of the Heavens Hath left to their disputes — perhaps to move His laughter at their quaint opinions wide...
Стр. 43 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore When the stormy tempests blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow.
Стр. 366 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Стр. 192 - This woman and I, though we came together as poor as poor might be, not having so much household stuff as a dish or spoon betwixt us both; yet this she had for her part — The Plain Man's Pathway to Heaven and The Practice of Piety, which her father had left her when he died.
Стр. 293 - To-night I saw the sun set : he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind ; And the New-year's coming up, mother, but I shall never see The blossom on the blackthorn, the leaf upon the tree.