The London and Paris ladies' magazine of fashion, ed. by mrs. Edward Thomas

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Jane Thomas (née Pinhorn)
1858
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Sida 31 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From, joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Sida 102 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favors. In those freckles live their savors: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Sida 92 - ... accommodates itself to the capacity of every human intellect, in the consolation which it bears to the house of mourning, in the light with which it brightens the great mystery of the grave. To such a system it can bring no addition of dignity or of strength, that it is part and parcel of the common law.
Sida 97 - FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon : As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Sida 31 - tis sad, but sweet, to dwell, Where falling leaves and drooping flowers around me breathe farewell. Along thy sunset skies their glories melt in shade, And, like the things we fondly prize, seem lovelier as they fade, A deep and crimson streak thy dying leaves disclose ; As, on Consumption's waning cheek, 'mid ruin, blooms the rose.
Sida 33 - FLOW down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver ; No more by thee my steps shall be. For ever and for ever.
Sida 12 - Winter's sway, And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight, Thee on this bank he threw To mark his victory. In this low vale, the promise of the year, Serene, thou openest to the nipping gale, Unnoticed and...
Sida 84 - Price 4s. 6d. and 8s. 6d. per bottle. The heat of Summer also frequently communicates a dryness to the Hair, and a tendency to fall off, which may be completely obviated by the use of ROWLANDS' MACASSAR OIL, A DELIGHTFULLY FRAGRANT AND TRANSPARENT PREPARATION, and as an invigoratorand beautifler of the Hair beyond all precedent.
Sida 103 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Sida 64 - To the rude fare a peasant's lot doth yield ; — To what else was he born ? The God-made King Of every living thing ; (For his great heart in love could hold them all ;) The dumb eyes meeting his by hearth and stall, — Gifted to understand !— Knew it and sought his hand ; — And the most timorous creature had not fled Could she his heart have read, Which fain all feeble things had blessed and sheltered.

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