Recreations of Christopher NorthBlackwood, 1857 |
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... faces " we can dream of , but never more shall see- and the voices that are now heard within those walls , what can they ever be to us , when we would fain listen in the silence of our spirit to the echoes of departed years ? It is an ...
... faces " we can dream of , but never more shall see- and the voices that are now heard within those walls , what can they ever be to us , when we would fain listen in the silence of our spirit to the echoes of departed years ? It is an ...
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... face , be- neath the pulpit , with his expressive eyes fixed on the Preacher , you could not but have judged him to be a man of a stern character and austere demeanour . To have seen him at labour on the working days , you might almost ...
... face , be- neath the pulpit , with his expressive eyes fixed on the Preacher , you could not but have judged him to be a man of a stern character and austere demeanour . To have seen him at labour on the working days , you might almost ...
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... face fadeth not away from eyes busied with the shows of this living world ? What young voice is not bedumbed to ears for ever filled with its perplex- ing din ? Yet thou , Nature , on this glorious May - day , rejoicing in all the ...
... face fadeth not away from eyes busied with the shows of this living world ? What young voice is not bedumbed to ears for ever filled with its perplex- ing din ? Yet thou , Nature , on this glorious May - day , rejoicing in all the ...
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... face of grief , while her eyes seemed always happy , and a tone of thanksgiving was in her voice . Her Husband leant ... faces up to heaven . Dora , for that is the name tradition has handed down - Dorothea , the gift of God , lay ...
... face of grief , while her eyes seemed always happy , and a tone of thanksgiving was in her voice . Her Husband leant ... faces up to heaven . Dora , for that is the name tradition has handed down - Dorothea , the gift of God , lay ...
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... faces , and none without a mingled sense of awe and fear . The maiden forgot her bash- fulness as the rattling peals shook the roof - tree , and hid her face in her lover's bosom ; the children crept closer and closer , each to some ...
... faces , and none without a mingled sense of awe and fear . The maiden forgot her bash- fulness as the rattling peals shook the roof - tree , and hid her face in her lover's bosom ; the children crept closer and closer , each to some ...
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Sida 306 - The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast: Theirs buxom health, of rosy hue, Wild wit, invention ever new, And lively cheer, of vigour born, The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light That fly th
Sida 81 - These are they which were not defiled with women; for they are virgins; these are they which follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth. These were redeemed from among men, being the first-fruits unto God and to the Lamb.
Sida 356 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Sida 80 - Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill ; For thou art with me ; and thy rod And staff me comfort still.
Sida 54 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
Sida 293 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Sida 43 - The essence of poetry is invention ; such invention as, by producing something unexpected, surprises and delights. The topics of devotion are few, and being few are universally known ; but few as they are, they can be made no more ; they can receive no grace from novelty of sentiment, and very little from novelty of expression.
Sida 277 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Sida 101 - Full fain it would delay me! My dear babe, Who, capable of no articulate sound, Mars all things with his imitative lisp, How he would place his hand beside his ear, His little hand, the small forefinger up, And bid us listen!
Sida 48 - Lastly, whatsoever in religion is holy and sublime, in virtue amiable or grave, whatsoever hath passion or admiration in all the changes of that which is called fortune from without, or the wily subtleties and refluxes of man's thoughts from within ; all these things with a solid and treatable smoothness to paint out and describe.