The Young Lady's ReaderS. Babcock, 1839 - Всего страниц: 458 |
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... Tell not the invalid who is yearning after his distant country , that the atmosphere around him is soft ; that the gales are filled with balm ; and the flowers are springing from the green earth ; -he knows that the softest air to his ...
... Tell not the invalid who is yearning after his distant country , that the atmosphere around him is soft ; that the gales are filled with balm ; and the flowers are springing from the green earth ; -he knows that the softest air to his ...
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... tell- Deep - deep within the Spirit's cell . 1 INDIAN SUMMER . - STORY . What can be more beautiful or more attractive than this sea- son in New England ? The sultry heat of summer has pass- ed away ; and a delicious coolness at evening ...
... tell- Deep - deep within the Spirit's cell . 1 INDIAN SUMMER . - STORY . What can be more beautiful or more attractive than this sea- son in New England ? The sultry heat of summer has pass- ed away ; and a delicious coolness at evening ...
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... tell me this is death . My little work I thought to bring , And sat down by his bed , And pleasantly I tried to sing- They hushed me he is dead . They say that he again will rise , More beautiful 48 YOUNG LADY'S READER . Maria ...
... tell me this is death . My little work I thought to bring , And sat down by his bed , And pleasantly I tried to sing- They hushed me he is dead . They say that he again will rise , More beautiful 48 YOUNG LADY'S READER . Maria ...
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... tell me how ! " " Daughter do you remember , dear , The cold , dark thing you brought , And laid upon the casement here , — A withered worm , you thought ? I told you that Almighty Power Could break that withered shell , And show you ...
... tell me how ! " " Daughter do you remember , dear , The cold , dark thing you brought , And laid upon the casement here , — A withered worm , you thought ? I told you that Almighty Power Could break that withered shell , And show you ...
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... tell Whither we go , or where we dwell ? Ye mark , as we vary our forms of power , And fell the forest , or fan the flower ; When the harebell moves , and the rush is bent PERSONIFICATION . 55 , David, The Winds, Miss Gould,
... tell Whither we go , or where we dwell ? Ye mark , as we vary our forms of power , And fell the forest , or fan the flower ; When the harebell moves , and the rush is bent PERSONIFICATION . 55 , David, The Winds, Miss Gould,
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Стр. 128 - Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested. That is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
Стр. 51 - Haste thee nymph and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles. Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled care derides. And laughter holding both his sides.
Стр. 338 - THAT time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Стр. 91 - Curse ye Meroz, (said the angel of the Lord,) curse ye bitterly the inhabitants thereof; because they came not to the help of the Lord, to the help of the Lord against the mighty.
Стр. 150 - Tunes her nocturnal note : thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Стр. 75 - Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw : Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite...
Стр. 314 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Стр. 350 - I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Стр. 114 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines How silently! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black — An ebon mass. Methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge!
Стр. 438 - Farewell, Monsieur Traveller. Look you lisp, and wear strange suits ; disable all the benefits of your own country ; be out of love with your nativity; and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are : or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola.