The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volumul 28Joseph Rogerson |
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... Child , 137 Angel of Death , 151 Apostle , the , and the Cherries , 355 Aveline , 264 Azeth , 142 Battle of Life , 199 Broken Spell , the , 152 Invocation to the Spirit of Poetry , 8 Ireland , on the present State of , 34 Irish ...
... Child , 137 Angel of Death , 151 Apostle , the , and the Cherries , 355 Aveline , 264 Azeth , 142 Battle of Life , 199 Broken Spell , the , 152 Invocation to the Spirit of Poetry , 8 Ireland , on the present State of , 34 Irish ...
Pagina 4
... Child of Light ! " said the Lady of Tongue , using a Gaelic expression which I can neither pretend to translate nor to pronounce , though Charles rattles it off ; a most musical term of endearment it is , like a pig's satisfaction over ...
... Child of Light ! " said the Lady of Tongue , using a Gaelic expression which I can neither pretend to translate nor to pronounce , though Charles rattles it off ; a most musical term of endearment it is , like a pig's satisfaction over ...
Pagina 6
... time - piece , that has a voice as clear and liquid as a young child's . " " You need not go now , for the party will be INVOCATION TO THE SPIRIT OF POETRY . " Ch ! 6 How They spent the Night who did not go to the Ball .
... time - piece , that has a voice as clear and liquid as a young child's . " " You need not go now , for the party will be INVOCATION TO THE SPIRIT OF POETRY . " Ch ! 6 How They spent the Night who did not go to the Ball .
Pagina 10
... child ! " murmured the young man as he put his arm round her , and imprinted a kiss on her brow . The dreamer's eyes lost for a few seconds their stony gaze , and a world of tenderness swam in their depths , while her lips murmured ...
... child ! " murmured the young man as he put his arm round her , and imprinted a kiss on her brow . The dreamer's eyes lost for a few seconds their stony gaze , and a world of tenderness swam in their depths , while her lips murmured ...
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... child to think ; then and gone out of reach of hearing - periods which a then only will he be educated , and equal to the emer- captive knows almost intuitively - he forced him - gencies of life . - Evelyn Stuart . RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ...
... child to think ; then and gone out of reach of hearing - periods which a then only will he be educated , and equal to the emer- captive knows almost intuitively - he forced him - gencies of life . - Evelyn Stuart . RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ...
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Pagina 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...
Pagina 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
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.