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Albrecht Alceste angel art thou beautiful beneath blessed blest bosom bowers breath breeze bright bright land bright leaves brookside brow Caribbean sea cheek child childhood Clarens Claribel cold dark dear deep dwell earth eyes faded faith fear feel Felicia Hemans felt flowers forever gaze gentle girl glorious gone grave greenwood tree hallowed happy hath heaven holy hope Lake George Laurine leave light lips lone look Marion Mary's choice mind MISS S. C. mother mountain mournful murmuring neath ness never o'er pale parents passed peace Pereene prayer pure purity rest rich rills S. C. EDGARTON scene shadow shine shore sigh silent smile soft solemn song soon sorrow soul spirit stood streams sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought toil tones unto Vaud village voice waters weary ween weep wild young
Стр. 68 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate.
Стр. 65 - Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires,— 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Стр. 172 - For as the earth bringeth forth her bud, and as the garden causeth the things that are sown in it to spring forth ; so the Lord God will cause righteousness and praise to spring forth before all the nations.
Стр. 119 - Softened his spirit) looked and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play: — Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches, that have burnt all night Through some impure and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious rays.
Стр. 119 - mid the roses lay, She saw a wearied man dismount From his hot steed, and on the brink Of a small imaret's rustic fount Impatient fling him down to drink.
Стр. 120 - O'er many a year of guilt and strife, Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace !
Стр. 89 - Let their mind's riches claim a trustful sigh ! Deem them but sad sweet fragments of a strain, First notes of some yet struggling harmony, By the strong rush, the crowding joy and pain Of many inspirations met, and held From its true sphere...
Стр. 120 - Verily, I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, shall in no wise enter therein.
Стр. 119 - Lisping th' eternal name of God From Purity's own cherub mouth, And looking, while his hands and eyes Are lifted to the glowing skies, Like a stray babe of Paradise Just lighted on that flowery plain And seeking for its home again.