The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volumul 28Joseph Rogerson |
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... Flowers and Birds , Organ , the New , for St. Phi- 174 Grace Dermott and her One Fault , 138 lemon's , 104 Pair , a , and a Match , 46 Gräfin Gräfenheimb , a Tale of Passage , a , from the Autobio- the Old Convents , 346 graphy of ...
... Flowers and Birds , Organ , the New , for St. Phi- 174 Grace Dermott and her One Fault , 138 lemon's , 104 Pair , a , and a Match , 46 Gräfin Gräfenheimb , a Tale of Passage , a , from the Autobio- the Old Convents , 346 graphy of ...
Pagina 8
... flowers Remain there to tell of departed hours- There is dust on the harp , which is standing lone , As the hand that woke it was dead , or flown ! The strings are broken , and discord reigns Where fancy once conjured up hallow'd ...
... flowers Remain there to tell of departed hours- There is dust on the harp , which is standing lone , As the hand that woke it was dead , or flown ! The strings are broken , and discord reigns Where fancy once conjured up hallow'd ...
Pagina 16
... flowers , and the he shut them , they ached still more , while the little children as they stopped to gaze on him : pain appeared to penetrate into his very brain . so that a casual observer might have supposed " Do you recollect ...
... flowers , and the he shut them , they ached still more , while the little children as they stopped to gaze on him : pain appeared to penetrate into his very brain . so that a casual observer might have supposed " Do you recollect ...
Pagina 19
... flowers of sad thought , bringing , as Montaigne says , little of our own save the thread that ties them ; we had strung together our beads of memory , and were telling them over with tears . " Alas ! for human nature ! " we felt ready ...
... flowers of sad thought , bringing , as Montaigne says , little of our own save the thread that ties them ; we had strung together our beads of memory , and were telling them over with tears . " Alas ! for human nature ! " we felt ready ...
Pagina 38
... flowers , fine scenes , and clear streams , and I think that his tastes might have been gra- tified here . " Margaret was piqued sorely . 66 Well , sister , " said Julia , sympathizingly , " I dare say he will be sorry not to have come ...
... flowers , fine scenes , and clear streams , and I think that his tastes might have been gra- tified here . " Margaret was piqued sorely . 66 Well , sister , " said Julia , sympathizingly , " I dare say he will be sorry not to have come ...
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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.