The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Band 28Joseph Rogerson |
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... never can sleep without a light . The removal of light seems like the breaking down of a barrier , and crowds of horribly fan- tastic images rush upon me . Light is as the visible presence of a friend - I never feel fectly alone in a ...
... never can sleep without a light . The removal of light seems like the breaking down of a barrier , and crowds of horribly fan- tastic images rush upon me . Light is as the visible presence of a friend - I never feel fectly alone in a ...
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... never thought of the stranger , and of course she never connected that shining form she had seen in the sunset , with this midnight escapade of her lady's ; for on going stealthily into the bedroom of the young heiress- ( she really had ...
... never thought of the stranger , and of course she never connected that shining form she had seen in the sunset , with this midnight escapade of her lady's ; for on going stealthily into the bedroom of the young heiress- ( she really had ...
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... never can sleep after sitting up till morning , waiting for the return of dancers from a ball , " Hand - clench'd , above earth's weak ones ; aid me For burning tears have found their way at last , ' Neath Autumn's wail - with sombre ...
... never can sleep after sitting up till morning , waiting for the return of dancers from a ball , " Hand - clench'd , above earth's weak ones ; aid me For burning tears have found their way at last , ' Neath Autumn's wail - with sombre ...
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... never lost sight of her but for the period that he accompanied Lady Flo- rence to Italy . of her blighted youth , her neglected childhood --- none save Falkland ; and he perhaps never thought about it , for he had never known her ...
... never lost sight of her but for the period that he accompanied Lady Flo- rence to Italy . of her blighted youth , her neglected childhood --- none save Falkland ; and he perhaps never thought about it , for he had never known her ...
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... never com- pleted his visions of goodness , when his thoughts were angels , and his life mocked at Collins soon grew weary of his quiet life at them ; his visions of the beautiful - never to be Winslade , and returned to town ; but his ...
... never com- pleted his visions of goodness , when his thoughts were angels , and his life mocked at Collins soon grew weary of his quiet life at them ; his visions of the beautiful - never to be Winslade , and returned to town ; but his ...
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Seite 118 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man...
Seite 254 - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white; And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light : They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Seite 202 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Seite 190 - The Cypress and her spire; —Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam Cover a hundred leagues, and seem To set the hills on fire. The Youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds.
Seite 137 - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass in the green field.
Seite 190 - Her father took another mate ; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill, In thoughtless freedom, bold.
Seite 190 - He was a lovely youth ! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he ; And, when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay Upon the tropic sea.
Seite 18 - The latter part of his life cannot be remembered but with pity and sadness. He languished some years under that depression of mind which enchains the faculties without destroying them, and leaves reason the knowledge of right without the power of pursuing it.
Seite 254 - I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break; But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay, For I'm to be Queen o...
Seite 136 - I COME, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.