Friendship's Offering: And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's PresentSmith, Elder, 1826 |
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... speak of this place more from the influence of subsequent feelings , than from what struck me when I saw it first . You know , my letters are not often of the lachrymose order ; I am rather past that sort of thing , by this time ; but ...
... speak of this place more from the influence of subsequent feelings , than from what struck me when I saw it first . You know , my letters are not often of the lachrymose order ; I am rather past that sort of thing , by this time ; but ...
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... speak of her , or , I should not have talked of her gowns , and cloaks , and chairs , and tables , before I had duly described herself . But , truth to speak , from the first moment I saw AMONG THE ALPS . 11.
... speak of her , or , I should not have talked of her gowns , and cloaks , and chairs , and tables , before I had duly described herself . But , truth to speak , from the first moment I saw AMONG THE ALPS . 11.
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And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's Present. truth to speak , from the first moment I saw her , I was , painfully , struck with the fallacy of the hopes of long happiness , which poor Pierre had formed to himself ; and I ...
And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's Present. truth to speak , from the first moment I saw her , I was , painfully , struck with the fallacy of the hopes of long happiness , which poor Pierre had formed to himself ; and I ...
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... speak of him , with more unreservedness of attach- ment , perhaps , than she had ever spoken before . I sent for her mother ; to her she repeated her last request . I not only sanctioned it , but joined my voice to hers . It has been ...
... speak of him , with more unreservedness of attach- ment , perhaps , than she had ever spoken before . I sent for her mother ; to her she repeated her last request . I not only sanctioned it , but joined my voice to hers . It has been ...
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... speak , your right hand immediately applied itself to one particular spot , near your pocket- hole , upon which place your fingers moved , inces- santly , during your discourse . I perceived that your fingers , from habit , moved as if ...
... speak , your right hand immediately applied itself to one particular spot , near your pocket- hole , upon which place your fingers moved , inces- santly , during your discourse . I perceived that your fingers , from habit , moved as if ...
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agony arms beauty beneath BERNARD BARTON bosom breast breath bright brow Charles North charm cheek child clouds cold Constance countenance dark dead death deep dogs dream earth eyes face fair father fear feel Ferhaud flowers flowing tear garden gaze gentle GLASTONBURY ABBEY glowing grace grave grief hand happiness hath head heard heart heaven hope horse hour Khosroo king king of Bohemia lady LADY CAROLINE LAMB laugh light lips live lonely look Lord LORD BYRON lover Marian Martin Jansens Molch monarch morning ness never night o'er pale passed pedlar Pierre Pine Hollow Reichter Robert Shirley rose scene Scottish lassie Seaforth seemed shade Shah Abbas Shirene sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spot stranger sweet tale tears thee thine thing THOMAS DALE thou art thought Timanthe trembling voice wanderer wild woman wood young youth
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Sida 397 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light!
Sida 397 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing...
Sida 398 - The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day, — The tree is living yet ! I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis...
Sida 359 - When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me: Because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me: and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.
Sida 88 - To mark the sufferings of the babe That cannot speak its woe ; To see the infant tears gush forth, Yet know not why they flow ; To meet the meek uplifted eye, That fain would ask relief, Yet can but tell of agony, — THIS is a mother's grief ! -\ Thro...
Sida 395 - Shine in the light, that streaks the sev'ring clouds, Bid her speed on, and greet her with a song : — Go, beautiful and gentle Dove, — But whither wilt thou go ? For though the clouds ride high above, How sad and waste is all below ! The wife of Shem, a moment to her breast Held the poor bird, and kiss'd it.
Sida 37 - And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Sida 361 - The year's in the wane, There is nothing adorning, The night has no eve, And the day has no morning ;— Cold winter gives warning.
Sida 209 - That wast ere time, — shalt be when time is o'er ; Ages and worlds begin — grow old — and end, Systems and suns thy changeless throne before, Commence and close their cycles : — lost, I bend To earth my prostrate soul, and shudder and adore...
Sida 89 - O'er what was once the chief Of all the treasured joys of earth, — This is a Mother's grief. Yet when the first wild throb is past Of anguish and despair, To lift the eye of faith to heaven, And think — my child is there...