The Ladies' Companion, Svazky 11–12William W. Snowden, 1839 |
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Strana 3
... thou hearest will tell thee of joy ; For the heart whose young life is still pure and unclouded , Is a world of delight which no fears can destroy . But if thou lovest better the language of sadness- If sorrow has blighted the hopes ...
... thou hearest will tell thee of joy ; For the heart whose young life is still pure and unclouded , Is a world of delight which no fears can destroy . But if thou lovest better the language of sadness- If sorrow has blighted the hopes ...
Strana 5
... thou must be the greater fool to stand whining over a dead horse , and Bedford's men sounding their bugles in the hills . " " Peace , sir fool ! " exclaimed Dunois , suddenly rous- ing himself . " And , if thou canst , tell us how we ...
... thou must be the greater fool to stand whining over a dead horse , and Bedford's men sounding their bugles in the hills . " " Peace , sir fool ! " exclaimed Dunois , suddenly rous- ing himself . " And , if thou canst , tell us how we ...
Strana 6
... thou here , in this garb ? " The disguised girl shook back the curls from her bright , young face , and her merry laugh rang up the stream like the melody of a bird . She glanced an arch look around , and then said in a voice still rich ...
... thou here , in this garb ? " The disguised girl shook back the curls from her bright , young face , and her merry laugh rang up the stream like the melody of a bird . She glanced an arch look around , and then said in a voice still rich ...
Strana 8
... Thou art not wont to waste words to of the Jester . no purpose , even in thy seeming folly . To the point at once . What wise project hast thou framed , touching this fiery maiden ? Mark me - one who has defended the honor of her ...
... Thou art not wont to waste words to of the Jester . no purpose , even in thy seeming folly . To the point at once . What wise project hast thou framed , touching this fiery maiden ? Mark me - one who has defended the honor of her ...
Strana 9
... thou had'st , I'm certain . " The Jester drew his stool close to the feet of his mas- ter , and unfolded his design ... thou ever , in thy mortal cogita- tions , been tempted to indulge in feelings of compassion or contempt for those of ...
... thou had'st , I'm certain . " The Jester drew his stool close to the feet of his mas- ter , and unfolded his design ... thou ever , in thy mortal cogita- tions , been tempted to indulge in feelings of compassion or contempt for those of ...
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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.