The Ladies' Companion, Svazky 11–12William W. Snowden, 1839 |
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Strana 3
... sweet incense of flowers ; Then shake off the fetters of sleep which have bound thee , And breezes shall waft thee this offering of ours . If the sunshine of hope no dark sorrow has shrouded , Each note that thou hearest will tell thee ...
... sweet incense of flowers ; Then shake off the fetters of sleep which have bound thee , And breezes shall waft thee this offering of ours . If the sunshine of hope no dark sorrow has shrouded , Each note that thou hearest will tell thee ...
Strana 7
... sweet a bird , " said the gay young man , glancing good humoredly round the sumptuous apartment , as the fair occupant left it . " The story is a long one , " replied Dunois , with emo- tion , " I would fain have kept it secret even ...
... sweet a bird , " said the gay young man , glancing good humoredly round the sumptuous apartment , as the fair occupant left it . " The story is a long one , " replied Dunois , with emo- tion , " I would fain have kept it secret even ...
Strana 45
... sweet ! Perchance , in pity now , the new - made saint Bends o'er the beings of her earthly love → Hears the sad beatings of her husband's heart- Sees how it swells while gazing on her babes , With throbbing brow , and eyes that dimly ...
... sweet ! Perchance , in pity now , the new - made saint Bends o'er the beings of her earthly love → Hears the sad beatings of her husband's heart- Sees how it swells while gazing on her babes , With throbbing brow , and eyes that dimly ...
Strana 48
... sweet or bitter link in the chain of memory . They are but paper - bits of pretty , ornamental paste- board , yet what a world of associations do they open . How does my heart leap or stand still , as I raise each from the repository ...
... sweet or bitter link in the chain of memory . They are but paper - bits of pretty , ornamental paste- board , yet what a world of associations do they open . How does my heart leap or stand still , as I raise each from the repository ...
Strana 64
... sweet in every place That borrowed lustre from her face : Good Fairy , grant it may be known Where you that magic wand have thrown ! A king her god - son , ministers And careful friends for him she chose- Each one like him who never ...
... sweet in every place That borrowed lustre from her face : Good Fairy , grant it may be known Where you that magic wand have thrown ! A king her god - son , ministers And careful friends for him she chose- Each one like him who never ...
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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.