Mosaics of Human LifeJ.B. Lippincott & Company, 1866 - Всего страниц: 305 |
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... poor mother , an orfin , alone ? Would you lave your own father , and sisters , and brothers ? They're dozens and dozens , they'd never miss you , And welcome ye'd be to our own little cabin , It's plenty convanient for us and you too ...
... poor mother , an orfin , alone ? Would you lave your own father , and sisters , and brothers ? They're dozens and dozens , they'd never miss you , And welcome ye'd be to our own little cabin , It's plenty convanient for us and you too ...
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... Poor thing , to be blind ; But if ne'er so close ye wall him , Do the best that you may , Blind love , if so ye call him , Will find out his way . You may train the eagle To stoop to your fist ; Or you may inveigle The phenix of the ...
... Poor thing , to be blind ; But if ne'er so close ye wall him , Do the best that you may , Blind love , if so ye call him , Will find out his way . You may train the eagle To stoop to your fist ; Or you may inveigle The phenix of the ...
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... poor , low nest with warm And wifely womanhood . But such a cozy peep of home Did your dear eyes unfold ; And in their deep and dewy gloom , What tales of love were told ! In dreamy curves your beauty drooped , As tendrils lean to twine ...
... poor , low nest with warm And wifely womanhood . But such a cozy peep of home Did your dear eyes unfold ; And in their deep and dewy gloom , What tales of love were told ! In dreamy curves your beauty drooped , As tendrils lean to twine ...
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... poor , patient wife and your dear children . You think of nothing but lending um- brellas ! *** " Men , indeed ! Call themselves lords of the creation ! Pretty lords , when they can't even take care of an umbrella ! I know that walk to ...
... poor , patient wife and your dear children . You think of nothing but lending um- brellas ! *** " Men , indeed ! Call themselves lords of the creation ! Pretty lords , when they can't even take care of an umbrella ! I know that walk to ...
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... poor ; And with her poverty is exceeding store ; No time is tedious with her ; her true worth Makes a true husband think his arms enfold ( With her alone ) a complete world of gold . George Chapman . 66 ANGELS UNAWARES . ” LITTLE can we ...
... poor ; And with her poverty is exceeding store ; No time is tedious with her ; her true worth Makes a true husband think his arms enfold ( With her alone ) a complete world of gold . George Chapman . 66 ANGELS UNAWARES . ” LITTLE can we ...
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Стр. 304 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And, lo! Creation widened in man's view.
Стр. 153 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Стр. 262 - The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser, men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Стр. 259 - I SAw him once before, As he passed by the door; And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan ; And he shakes his feeble head. That it seems as if he said,
Стр. 188 - Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonour Death has left on her Only the beautiful.
Стр. 163 - Live and laugh, as boyhood can! Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew ; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat: All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod, Made to tread the mills of toil, Up and down in ceaseless moil...
Стр. 154 - A whisper, and then a silence: Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise. A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall! By three doors left unguarded They enter my castle wall ! They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere.
Стр. 156 - Took the face-cloth from the face Yet she neither moved nor wept. Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee — Like summer tempest...
Стр. 187 - One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young and so fair! Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing: Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully. Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly.
Стр. 29 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve ; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight ; She blushed with love, and maiden shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved — she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept — Then suddenly with timorous eye, She fled to me and wept.