The Metropolitan, Volym 53James Cochrane, 1848 |
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... beauty , and her simple white dress , decorated only by a sash , and a fresh rose - bud , was well suited to the character of her youthful and unconscious grace . This group was approached by a spare , elderly gentleman of elaborately ...
... beauty , and her simple white dress , decorated only by a sash , and a fresh rose - bud , was well suited to the character of her youthful and unconscious grace . This group was approached by a spare , elderly gentleman of elaborately ...
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... beauty of the younger face was in itself strangely contrasted by the deep sorrow , evidently of long growth , by which its bloom was withered , and its struggling intelligence repressed , and its brightness overshadowed . Calculating ...
... beauty of the younger face was in itself strangely contrasted by the deep sorrow , evidently of long growth , by which its bloom was withered , and its struggling intelligence repressed , and its brightness overshadowed . Calculating ...
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... beauty to be one of the sources of inspiration , I call upon thee , especially , to turn thine eyes hitherward . " The child again prayed more earnestly for leave to depart . " Let her go without more foolery ,, " said the gentleman ...
... beauty to be one of the sources of inspiration , I call upon thee , especially , to turn thine eyes hitherward . " The child again prayed more earnestly for leave to depart . " Let her go without more foolery ,, " said the gentleman ...
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... beauty of the child were not to be resisted . Her cloathes were dried , and her feet washed ; and the little re- freshment she was able to take was pressed upon her kindly . The stealthy manner in which all this kindness was performed ...
... beauty of the child were not to be resisted . Her cloathes were dried , and her feet washed ; and the little re- freshment she was able to take was pressed upon her kindly . The stealthy manner in which all this kindness was performed ...
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Yet , she was dead - benignant Power ! That spareth beauty in that hour When doating eyes take final leave , To soothe the hearts , regret doth reave ! Hence , them her pristine image fills , Whilst thy alembic sweet distils , O Memory ...
Yet , she was dead - benignant Power ! That spareth beauty in that hour When doating eyes take final leave , To soothe the hearts , regret doth reave ! Hence , them her pristine image fills , Whilst thy alembic sweet distils , O Memory ...
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Sida 349 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Sida 349 - Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate ; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Sida 349 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living...
Sida 348 - WOODS IN WINTER. WHEN winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill, That overbrows the lonely vale.
Sida 320 - Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God ; her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in Heaven and earth do her homage ; the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power.
Sida 349 - Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife!
Sida 389 - It is wonderful that five thousand years have now elapsed since the creation of the world, and still it is undecided whether or not there has ever been an instance of the spirit of any person appearing after death. All argument is against it; but all belief is for it.
Sida 345 - Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Sida 441 - For me, I was never so affected with any human Tale. After first reading it, I was totally possessed with it for many days — I dislike all the miraculous part of it, but the feelings of the man under the operation of such scenery dragged me along like Tom Piper's magic whistle.
Sida 384 - ... learned that Mr. Higginbotham had in his service an Irishman of doubtful character, whom he had hired without a recommendation, on the score of economy. "May I be hanged myself...