The Ladies' Companion, Svazky 11–12William W. Snowden, 1839 |
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Strana 19
... happy husband , capering after her and rubbing his hands to- gether with delight- " did you ever ! " 66 ' No , never ! " said poor Tom . " Ever what , my dear ? " inquired the wife . " Ever see such an astonishing resemblance . " 66 ...
... happy husband , capering after her and rubbing his hands to- gether with delight- " did you ever ! " 66 ' No , never ! " said poor Tom . " Ever what , my dear ? " inquired the wife . " Ever see such an astonishing resemblance . " 66 ...
Strana 41
... happy home ! Neither the castle nor the cottage might preserve their male inhabitants from the sword's edge , their females from more barbarous persecution ! Neither the sacred hearth of hospitality , nor the more sacred altars of God's ...
... happy home ! Neither the castle nor the cottage might preserve their male inhabitants from the sword's edge , their females from more barbarous persecution ! Neither the sacred hearth of hospitality , nor the more sacred altars of God's ...
Strana 42
... happy , if there they might escape the Norman spear , forth crept the relics of that persecuted race . Old men and matrons , with hoary heads , and steps that tottered no less from the effect of terror , than of age - maidens , and ...
... happy , if there they might escape the Norman spear , forth crept the relics of that persecuted race . Old men and matrons , with hoary heads , and steps that tottered no less from the effect of terror , than of age - maidens , and ...
Strana 45
... happy spirits , bathing in its waves . The love which links us here will ever bind ; Death has no power o'er the immortal soul , Nor can from thine his icy fingers steal One attribute to cheer his darksome love . It is a solemn and a ...
... happy spirits , bathing in its waves . The love which links us here will ever bind ; Death has no power o'er the immortal soul , Nor can from thine his icy fingers steal One attribute to cheer his darksome love . It is a solemn and a ...
Strana 53
... happy creature . We'll gently walk , and sweetly talk , Till the silent moon shine clearly ; I'll grasp thy waist , and , fondly prest , Swear how I love thee dearly : Not vernal showers to budding flowers , Nor autumn to the farmer ...
... happy creature . We'll gently walk , and sweetly talk , Till the silent moon shine clearly ; I'll grasp thy waist , and , fondly prest , Swear how I love thee dearly : Not vernal showers to budding flowers , Nor autumn to the farmer ...
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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.