Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, Bände 9-10John Sartain, Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart John Sartain & Company, 1851 |
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... dear to me , That on thy right hand and thy left , These two may sit with thee . " Thus , of his earthly kingdom still , Did their ambition dream : While seeking at his sovereign will , For honours most supreme . Ambition lurked within ...
... dear to me , That on thy right hand and thy left , These two may sit with thee . " Thus , of his earthly kingdom still , Did their ambition dream : While seeking at his sovereign will , For honours most supreme . Ambition lurked within ...
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... dear , " she said , " all this gaiety will be over , and then I can return to my pleasant office of nurse . " I assured her that I felt no weariness ; that the ideal - morning would be spent in a delicious , half- dreamy languor , on ...
... dear , " she said , " all this gaiety will be over , and then I can return to my pleasant office of nurse . " I assured her that I felt no weariness ; that the ideal - morning would be spent in a delicious , half- dreamy languor , on ...
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... dear little soul , I know every change of her not consider the keeping of a journal a sad waste blessed old face by heart ! At last she managed of time . I smiled , for I thought of the piles of with wonderful cleverness to come to the ...
... dear little soul , I know every change of her not consider the keeping of a journal a sad waste blessed old face by heart ! At last she managed of time . I smiled , for I thought of the piles of with wonderful cleverness to come to the ...
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... dear Katie plunged into her deep pocket for the old - fashioned , heavy bottle she always carried with her , though never afflicted with nervous excitement herself . I turned around hastily , and was struck with alarm at Miss Warford's ...
... dear Katie plunged into her deep pocket for the old - fashioned , heavy bottle she always carried with her , though never afflicted with nervous excitement herself . I turned around hastily , and was struck with alarm at Miss Warford's ...
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... dear to me as my own children , so gentle and affectionate ; and Cousin Katie , dear old Cousin Katie , she is still as necessary to me as she was when I was a headstrong girl , and an almost My wedding - day ! This morning I was ...
... dear to me as my own children , so gentle and affectionate ; and Cousin Katie , dear old Cousin Katie , she is still as necessary to me as she was when I was a headstrong girl , and an almost My wedding - day ! This morning I was ...
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Seite 250 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
Seite 369 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Seite 330 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies: She drew an angel down.
Seite 329 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
Seite 192 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Seite 366 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Seite 216 - Behold, I go forward, but he is not there ; and backward, but I cannot perceive him : on the left hand, where he doth work, but I cannot behold him : he hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see him : but he knoweth the way that I take : when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.
Seite 395 - BY THE rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof: for there they that carried us away captive required of us a song ; And they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, " Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
Seite 25 - There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
Seite 47 - Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, 'What writest thou?" — The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, ' The names of those who love the Lord.