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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... Mother's Prayer . A Sketch . By A Lay · 348 461 494 117 Preacher , - - 154 ton , 53 Elements and Manifestations of Courage . By Levi A. Fuller , Thoughts towards a New Epic . By Peter Orloff Locke , 356 Embroidery , & c . , 365 489 The ...
... Mother's Prayer . A Sketch . By A Lay · 348 461 494 117 Preacher , - - 154 ton , 53 Elements and Manifestations of Courage . By Levi A. Fuller , Thoughts towards a New Epic . By Peter Orloff Locke , 356 Embroidery , & c . , 365 489 The ...
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... Mother . By Rev. John Todd , D.D. , 415 · 416 134 Poverty's Dream . By John F. Weishampel , Jr. , Pair of Doves ... Mother's Prayer . Engraved by Samuel Sartain , after J. Brown . 5. The Last Rose of Summer . Engraved by T. Flem- ming ...
... Mother . By Rev. John Todd , D.D. , 415 · 416 134 Poverty's Dream . By John F. Weishampel , Jr. , Pair of Doves ... Mother's Prayer . Engraved by Samuel Sartain , after J. Brown . 5. The Last Rose of Summer . Engraved by T. Flem- ming ...
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... mother with her sons appeared , Believing in his name- The Saviour's presence they revered , And worshipped as they came . " What wouldst thou ? " Jesus said , though well He knew that mother's heart ; " What wouldst thou ask ? -thy ...
... mother with her sons appeared , Believing in his name- The Saviour's presence they revered , And worshipped as they came . " What wouldst thou ? " Jesus said , though well He knew that mother's heart ; " What wouldst thou ask ? -thy ...
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... Mother ! " he said , while startled Echo listened ' Are these thine eyes Liriope , sweet mother ; That like a stag's eyes , filled with sweet wild wonder , Beam up to mine ? Or art thou Ephydatia , Who bore adown the tide the struggling ...
... Mother ! " he said , while startled Echo listened ' Are these thine eyes Liriope , sweet mother ; That like a stag's eyes , filled with sweet wild wonder , Beam up to mine ? Or art thou Ephydatia , Who bore adown the tide the struggling ...
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... mother , who has always taken care of Amalie . He has accepted engagements to sing with her here in the States , and in Havana , and his mother hopes Amalie's gentleness will win him . " CL But , " said Lucy Reeve , another one of my ...
... mother , who has always taken care of Amalie . He has accepted engagements to sing with her here in the States , and in Havana , and his mother hopes Amalie's gentleness will win him . " CL But , " said Lucy Reeve , another one of my ...
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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.