I Will be a Lady: A Book for Girls

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Crosby and Nichols, 1845 - 167 Seiten

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Seite 130 - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Seite 86 - They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why ; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne. And think it kindness to his majesty : A stubborn race, fearing and flattering none.
Seite 2 - GOD might have made the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all.
Seite 133 - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears , Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept And sleeping when she died.
Seite 133 - ... of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Seite 137 - ... her hair Half hid Matilda's forehead fair, Half hid and half revealed to view Her full dark eye of hazel hue. The rose, with faint and feeble streak, So lightly tinged the maiden's cheek, That you had said her hue was pale: But if she faced the summer gale, Or spoke, or sung, or quicker moved, Or heard the praise of those she loved, The mantling blood in ready play Rivalled the blush of rising day. But Walter Scott was a young man, and in his great big heart there was still room for love. If...

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