Eliza Cook's journal, Band 1 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 100
Seite
... Green , - 321 107 Calcutta , Hot Season in , California , Jesuits in , - 104 369 Health , Homes of the People , Health of the Skin , Hieroglyphic Caligraphy , 195 History of an Old Song , - 229 Homes of the People , Health , Caligraphy ...
... Green , - 321 107 Calcutta , Hot Season in , California , Jesuits in , - 104 369 Health , Homes of the People , Health of the Skin , Hieroglyphic Caligraphy , 195 History of an Old Song , - 229 Homes of the People , Health , Caligraphy ...
Seite
... Green of the Day , Love better than Fear , Love of Flowers , Holy Well , Love of Nature , Man , May , Home , Home Sonnet , Homeward Bound , Hopes , Household Walls , Mental Improvement , Mulberry Tree , I've seldom had Muckle , Musical ...
... Green of the Day , Love better than Fear , Love of Flowers , Holy Well , Love of Nature , Man , May , Home , Home Sonnet , Homeward Bound , Hopes , Household Walls , Mental Improvement , Mulberry Tree , I've seldom had Muckle , Musical ...
Seite 13
... green suburban retreat , or a country - house , far off among fields , hedge - rows , and bubbling brooks , with the flowers blowing , and skylarks singing at will , freely and joyously . This is the dream of youth , the hope of manhood ...
... green suburban retreat , or a country - house , far off among fields , hedge - rows , and bubbling brooks , with the flowers blowing , and skylarks singing at will , freely and joyously . This is the dream of youth , the hope of manhood ...
Seite 14
... green land . hope for the hearts that love flowers , and the country of There are the old forests , older than the Norman Con- which they are born . quest ; and the old streams and mountains , older than all . Country ! The very word ...
... green land . hope for the hearts that love flowers , and the country of There are the old forests , older than the Norman Con- which they are born . quest ; and the old streams and mountains , older than all . Country ! The very word ...
Seite 16
... green , and bright , It seemed to fill my drooping soul with music , mirth , and light . A key - note of wide echoings that still around me flow , Was that poor holly branch , that tumbled , ten years ago . It conjured up with minstrel ...
... green , and bright , It seemed to fill my drooping soul with music , mirth , and light . A key - note of wide echoings that still around me flow , Was that poor holly branch , that tumbled , ten years ago . It conjured up with minstrel ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Admiral Adrien Alice Ballycotton beautiful Birmingham called character child City of London classes dear door Duddlestone ELIZA COOK England eyes face father feel fire Fleet Street flowers garden George Stephenson girl give green Gussett hand happy head heart Hemingford honour hope hour human Islington Jack Richards John Ashmore JOHN OWEN kind labour lady Leigh Hunt light live London look Madeley Mary matter means ment mind Moggs moral morning mother nature never night once passed pleasure Pompey poor Port Phillip Ragged Schools rich round seemed servant smile society soon Sorento sorrow sort soul speak spirit street sweet tell thee things thought tion town truth turn voice walk whilst wife Willenhall window woman words young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 295 - But to nobler sights Michael from Adam's eyes the film removed, Which that false fruit, that promised clearer sight. Had bred; then purged with euphrasy and rue The visual nerve, for he had much to see, And from the well of life three drops instill'd.
Seite 272 - Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his tongue would have spoken. Vainly he strove to rise ; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him, Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom. Sweet was the light of his eyes ; but it suddenly sank into darkness, As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement.
Seite 272 - Fair was she and young, when in hope began the long journey ; Faded was she and old, when in disappointment it ended. Each succeeding year stole something away from her beauty, Leaving behind it, broader and deeper, the gloom and the shadow. Then there appeared and spread faint streaks of gray o'er her forehead, Dawn of another life, that broke o'er her earthly horizon, As in the eastern sky the first faint streaks of the morning.
Seite 330 - When Poverty comes in at the Door, love flies out of the Window.
Seite 107 - For all earthly, and for some unearthly purposes, we have machines and mechanic furtherances ; for mincing our cabbages — for casting us into magnetic sleep. We remove mountains, and make seas our smooth highway; nothing can resist us. We war with rude nature; and, by our resistless engines, come off always victorious, and loaded with spoils.
Seite 182 - Yes verily; and by God's help so I will. And I heartily thank our heavenly Father, that he hath called me to this state of salvation, through Jesus Christ our Saviour. And I pray unto God to give me his grace, that I may continue in the same unto my life's end.
Seite 131 - Methinks the little wit I had is lost Since I saw you! For wit is like a rest Held up at tennis, which men do the best With the best gamesters. What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid!
Seite 107 - Were. we required to characterize this age of ours by any single' epithet, we should be tempted to call it, not an Heroical, Devotional, Philosophical, or Moral Age, but, above all others, the Mechanical Age. It is the Age of Machinery, in' every outward and inward sense of that word...
Seite 108 - Grand, gloomy, and peculiar, he sat upon the throne, a sceptered hermit, wrapt in the solitude of his own originality. A mind bold, independent, and decisive — a will, despotic in its dictates — an energy that distanced expedition, and a conscience pliable to every touch of interest, marked the outline of this...
Seite 305 - The treasures of the deep are not so precious As are the concealed comforts of a man Locked up in woman's love. I scent the air Of blessings, when I come but near the house. What a delicious breath marriage sends forth. . . The violet bed's not sweeter.