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... Nature's fresh Did you ever see a rose - bush which had been neglected picture newly drawn in oil , which time and much hand- by the gardener , with its rude and crooked shoots entan - ling dims and defaces . His soul is yet a white ...
... Nature's fresh Did you ever see a rose - bush which had been neglected picture newly drawn in oil , which time and much hand- by the gardener , with its rude and crooked shoots entan - ling dims and defaces . His soul is yet a white ...
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... Nature doing her gambols in spring , than during the stiffness and harshness of her wintry gloom ? And is it then altogether impos- sible to take up one's abode with truth , and to let all sweet homely feelings grow about it and cluster ...
... Nature doing her gambols in spring , than during the stiffness and harshness of her wintry gloom ? And is it then altogether impos- sible to take up one's abode with truth , and to let all sweet homely feelings grow about it and cluster ...
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... nature of a universalist as regards books in particular . Our readers will , we think , be glad to hear him speak on a subject with which he is so well acquainted . The Old Tradesman is frequently to be found in the ranks of those ...
... nature of a universalist as regards books in particular . Our readers will , we think , be glad to hear him speak on a subject with which he is so well acquainted . The Old Tradesman is frequently to be found in the ranks of those ...
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... nature which rendered it and is wasted on a thankless temper ? Acquirement of impossible for us , -consistently with our plan , to omit information , benignity , something to do , and as many them , and that readers in general would ...
... nature which rendered it and is wasted on a thankless temper ? Acquirement of impossible for us , -consistently with our plan , to omit information , benignity , something to do , and as many them , and that readers in general would ...
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... nature , or rather the divine Author of nature , has implanted in the mother's breast a love for her offspring dearer than life itself ; but this holy , this beautiful affec- tion , requires to be supported by the highest intelligence ...
... nature , or rather the divine Author of nature , has implanted in the mother's breast a love for her offspring dearer than life itself ; but this holy , this beautiful affec- tion , requires to be supported by the highest intelligence ...
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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.