The Ladies' Companion, Svazky 11–12William W. Snowden, 1839 |
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Strana 17
... dark another hour . Did you ever hear of such impudence in all your life ! And then , too , just to think ! if you had been a jealous- pated fool , and got hold of the story wrong end first , how completely that bad man's purposes would ...
... dark another hour . Did you ever hear of such impudence in all your life ! And then , too , just to think ! if you had been a jealous- pated fool , and got hold of the story wrong end first , how completely that bad man's purposes would ...
Strana 27
... darkness still slumbered there , as must provide ourselves with steeds . " though light , and life , and all the refreshing ... dark it rose against the midnight sky , the star - horses to a gallop . light but faintly depicturing the ...
... darkness still slumbered there , as must provide ourselves with steeds . " though light , and life , and all the refreshing ... dark it rose against the midnight sky , the star - horses to a gallop . light but faintly depicturing the ...
Strana 45
... dark . CHANGE . THOUGH flowers may gladden our path to - day , When to - morrow we come , they are passed away ; And the cheerful smile , and the rosy hue , From the cheek of beauty have faded too ; And our gentle whispers no more ...
... dark . CHANGE . THOUGH flowers may gladden our path to - day , When to - morrow we come , they are passed away ; And the cheerful smile , and the rosy hue , From the cheek of beauty have faded too ; And our gentle whispers no more ...
Strana 48
... dark hair parted from her forehead , her Grecian face lighted up with maternal love , bending over that little cradle , and her dark , contented eyes dwelling on the infant within . Dear Isabella ! how I love her . but his eyes were too ...
... dark hair parted from her forehead , her Grecian face lighted up with maternal love , bending over that little cradle , and her dark , contented eyes dwelling on the infant within . Dear Isabella ! how I love her . but his eyes were too ...
Strana 53
... dark confines , A purer , brighter orb is known . Man is immortal ! Hope reveals The solemn truth ; or why should we Long for the home that Time conceals In some blest clime beyond the sea ? The billows dash - Life's fragile bark Reels ...
... dark confines , A purer , brighter orb is known . Man is immortal ! Hope reveals The solemn truth ; or why should we Long for the home that Time conceals In some blest clime beyond the sea ? The billows dash - Life's fragile bark Reels ...
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Strana 214 - There are many more shining qualities in the mind of man, but there is none so useful as discretion ; it is this indeed which gives a value to all the rest, which sets them at work in their proper times and places, and turns them to the advantage of the person who is possessed of them.
Strana 268 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night. How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator ! oft in bands While they keep watch, or nightly rounding walk, With heavenly touch of instrumental sounds, In full harmonic number join'd, their songs Divide the night,...
Strana 195 - I say, that if one train of thinking be more desirable than another, it is that which regards the phenomena of nature with a constant reference to a supreme intelligent Author.
Strana 147 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Strana 298 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Strana 73 - Thus saith the LORD God of Israel, I have anointed thee king over the people of the LORD, even over Israel. And thou shalt smite the house of Ahab thy master, that I may avenge the blood of my servants the prophets, and the blood of all the servants of the LORD, at the hand of Jezebel.
Strana 242 - To be happy at home is the ultimate result of all ambition, the end to which every enterprise and labour tends, and of which every desire prompts the prosecution. It is, indeed, at home that every man must be known by those who would make a just estimate either of his virtue or felicity ; for smiles and embroidery are alike occasional, and the mind is often dressed for show in painted honour and fictitious benevolence.
Strana 147 - And mouldering now in silent dust, That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Strana 154 - Thou hast green laurel leaves, that twine Into so proud a wreath, For that resplendent gift of thine Heroes have smiled in death : Give me from some kind hand a flower, The record of one happy hour ! Thou hast a voice, whose thrilling tone Can bid each life-pulse beat...
Strana 129 - There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the Hood, leads on to fortune ; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.