Ellen Clifford: Or the Genius of ReformA. Tompkins and B. B. Mussey, 1839 - 142 pagini |
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Pagina 34
... Miss Ellen ; that shows the true woman- -I like that ! But does not Milton show himself a master here ? ' Whatever is his ' O , yes , sir , he does ! subject , he is master of it ; but I cannot like so much intrigue of evil spirits , so ...
... Miss Ellen ; that shows the true woman- -I like that ! But does not Milton show himself a master here ? ' Whatever is his ' O , yes , sir , he does ! subject , he is master of it ; but I cannot like so much intrigue of evil spirits , so ...
Pagina 35
... Miss Ellen ; it is pure and feminine - not altogether accordant with my own in every particular , but more nat- ural and unsophisticated . Here is a volume you will like ; poems by Felicia Hemans , the most delicately imaginative , the ...
... Miss Ellen ; it is pure and feminine - not altogether accordant with my own in every particular , but more nat- ural and unsophisticated . Here is a volume you will like ; poems by Felicia Hemans , the most delicately imaginative , the ...
Pagina 36
... Miss Ellen , but your qual- ifications are fully adequate to the task . One half of a teacher's success depends upon her talent for discipline ; decision and perseverance , a sweet , unruffled temper , and a dignity and tenderness of ...
... Miss Ellen , but your qual- ifications are fully adequate to the task . One half of a teacher's success depends upon her talent for discipline ; decision and perseverance , a sweet , unruffled temper , and a dignity and tenderness of ...
Pagina 42
... you cannot wake her again . Come sit with me and we will talk of her . ' The young creature sprang joyfully into her Miss Ellen I'm glad ye've come to arms . wake her . She slapes too still , too coold 42 ELLEN CLIFFORD ; OR.
... you cannot wake her again . Come sit with me and we will talk of her . ' The young creature sprang joyfully into her Miss Ellen I'm glad ye've come to arms . wake her . She slapes too still , too coold 42 ELLEN CLIFFORD ; OR.
Pagina 47
... Miss Ellen's doins , I'll war- rant . Just as much judgment as she has . wonder they will allow her to have all the man- agement at home . I don't know what the world's a - coming to , if children's to be at the head of affairs . ' Aunt ...
... Miss Ellen's doins , I'll war- rant . Just as much judgment as she has . wonder they will allow her to have all the man- agement at home . I don't know what the world's a - coming to , if children's to be at the head of affairs . ' Aunt ...
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Pagina 91 - And if he trespass against thee seven times in a day, and seven times in a day turn again to thee, saying, I repent; thou shalt forgive him.
Pagina 112 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die...
Pagina 47 - Neebour's fauts and folly! Whase life is like a weel-gaun mill, Supply'd wi' store o' water, The heapet happer's ebbing still, And still the clap plays clatter. Hear me, ye venerable Core, As counsel for poor mortals, That frequent pass douce Wisdom's door, For...
Pagina 39 - CHARACTER. 0 born to soothe distress and lighten care, Lively as soft, and innocent as fair! Blest with that sweet simplicity of thought So rarely found, and never to be taught; Of winning speech, endearing, artless, kind, The loveliest pattern of a female mind ; Like some fair spirit from the realms of rest, With all her native heaven within her breast; So pure, so good, she scarce can guess at sin, But thinks the world without like that within ; Such melting tenderness, so fond to bless, Her charity...
Pagina 132 - ... flowers. Some chieftain of the forest wove The blushing card'nals o'er her brow, While by thy waves he breathed his love In many a deep and fervent vow. " How oft, along thy verdant shore, I seek to find some lingering trace Of those who made, in days of yore, Thy banks their favorite hunting-place; — Yet vain the search — no trace is found, To tell that ever dusky maid Or warrior chief hath trod the ground, Where now, perchance, their bones are laid. " Upon thy bonny banks, sweet stream,...
Pagina 28 - To be, or not to be, that is the question ; Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The stings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And, by opposing, end them...
Pagina 112 - Like blossom'd trees o'erturn'd by vernal storm, Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay ; And if in death still lovely, lovelier there, Far lovelier ! pity swells the tide of love.
Pagina 132 - Upon thy tall, o'erhanging elms, Gay birds, with blue and golden breasts, Returned in troops from austral realms, Found colonies of grassy nests. They are protected — guileless birds ! For tender guardians dwell around ; And oft, with keen, reproving words, They drive the huntsman from the ground. In olden days the Indian maid , With braided tresses sought thy bowers, And rifled every sunlit glade To wreathe her locks with scarlet flowers. Some chieftain of the forest wove The blushing card'nals...
Pagina 131 - ve seen thy silver currents spring From fountains of Castalian dews. A wilder, or more sylvan spot, Ne'er wooed a poet's feet to roam ; Not e'en Calypso's classic grot Would be so fit a fairy's home. The birchen boughs, so interlaced, That scarce the vault of heaven is seen, With pendant vines are wildly graced — An arbor of transcendent green.
Pagina 64 - lay field to field ;" " and the harp and the viol, the tahret and pipe, and wine, are in their feasts,