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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... morning my friend came to bid me good - by just before setting off on this excursion . " In a few days , Enna dear , " she said , " all this gaiety will be over , and then I can return to my pleasant office of nurse . " I assured her ...
... morning my friend came to bid me good - by just before setting off on this excursion . " In a few days , Enna dear , " she said , " all this gaiety will be over , and then I can return to my pleasant office of nurse . " I assured her ...
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... morning courtesies . " You must require rest after your nervous attack . " " The air and drive will do me good , thank you , " she replied , in a hoarse , trembling voice , and hastily bade me good morning . It is now after nightfall ...
... morning courtesies . " You must require rest after your nervous attack . " " The air and drive will do me good , thank you , " she replied , in a hoarse , trembling voice , and hastily bade me good morning . It is now after nightfall ...
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... morning breeze , On the rock where pilgrims kneeled , On the heights where squadrons wheeled , Where a tyrant's thunder pealed O'er the trembling seas . " So commences Pierpont's ode for the Fourth of July ; a day of so much interest to ...
... morning breeze , On the rock where pilgrims kneeled , On the heights where squadrons wheeled , Where a tyrant's thunder pealed O'er the trembling seas . " So commences Pierpont's ode for the Fourth of July ; a day of so much interest to ...
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... morning to the house amid the olive trees and African acacias . 66 For the beautiful Mariette , " said he , " nothing is too costly to me . Yesterday you admired the pitcher at Vence . Permit me , sweet Mariette , to lay that , and my ...
... morning to the house amid the olive trees and African acacias . 66 For the beautiful Mariette , " said he , " nothing is too costly to me . Yesterday you admired the pitcher at Vence . Permit me , sweet Mariette , to lay that , and my ...
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... morning , when it is early and quiet , the ceremony shall be performed . We will persuade him to that . I am the mother . You , the first magistrate of La Napoule . He will submit . But Mariette must not know anything about it . On ...
... morning , when it is early and quiet , the ceremony shall be performed . We will persuade him to that . I am the mother . You , the first magistrate of La Napoule . He will submit . But Mariette must not know anything about it . On ...
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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.