The Mother's Assistant and Young Lady's Friend, Svazky 4–5David H. Ela, 1844 |
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Strana 7
... gay - spent , festive nights ; those veering thoughts , Lost between good and ill , which shared thy life ? All now are vanished ! Winter sole survives . THOMSON THE ( See Engraving . ) [ Written for the 1844. ] THE BROKEN VASE .
... gay - spent , festive nights ; those veering thoughts , Lost between good and ill , which shared thy life ? All now are vanished ! Winter sole survives . THOMSON THE ( See Engraving . ) [ Written for the 1844. ] THE BROKEN VASE .
Strana 9
... night . ' ' My feet are frozen , ' answered Mary , pettishly ; ' at uncle's , my chamber was carpeted , and I do miss it so . Father , carpets are very cheap . I should think you would carpet the chambers . I am sure , I don't know how ...
... night . ' ' My feet are frozen , ' answered Mary , pettishly ; ' at uncle's , my chamber was carpeted , and I do miss it so . Father , carpets are very cheap . I should think you would carpet the chambers . I am sure , I don't know how ...
Strana 18
... night , Behind , beneath , and o'er him , His habit is , to watch the light That ever burns before him . And if that star at times is dim , And fades his bright Elysian , He knows the error is with him , And prays for perfect vision ...
... night , Behind , beneath , and o'er him , His habit is , to watch the light That ever burns before him . And if that star at times is dim , And fades his bright Elysian , He knows the error is with him , And prays for perfect vision ...
Strana 28
... night ' to her little son , and lays him in his warm bed , that the days will too soon arrive for him to leave his father's house , for the tempta- tions of the world ? Many a hard rub your boy may have in the struggle of life , but ...
... night ' to her little son , and lays him in his warm bed , that the days will too soon arrive for him to leave his father's house , for the tempta- tions of the world ? Many a hard rub your boy may have in the struggle of life , but ...
Strana 42
... night , Become the touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica look , how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ; There's not the smallest orb , which thou beholdst , But in his motion like an angel sings , Still ...
... night , Become the touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica look , how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ; There's not the smallest orb , which thou beholdst , But in his motion like an angel sings , Still ...
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Strana 138 - A General Dictionary of Geography, Descriptive, Physical, Statistical, and Historical ; forming a complete Gazetteer of the World. By A. KEITH JOHNSTON, FRSE 8vo. 31s. 6d. M'Culloch's Dictionary, Geographical, Statistical, and Historical, of the various Countries, Places, and principal Natural Objects in the World.
Strana 135 - How small, of all that human hearts endure , That part which laws or kings can cause or cure...
Strana 23 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
Strana 47 - But chiefly Man the day of rest enjoys. Hail, SABBATH ! thee I hail, the poor man's day. On other days, the man of toil is doomed To eat his joyless bread, lonely ; the ground Both seat and board ; screened from the winter's cold.
Strana 42 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Strana 7 - How dead the vegetable kingdom lies ! How dumb the tuneful ! Horror wide extends His desolate domain. Behold, fond man ! See here thy pictured life ; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength, Thy sober Autumn fading into age, losi And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene.
Strana 95 - With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Strana 48 - Traveller, in the stranger's land, Far from thine own household band ; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone ; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath not leave to dwell ; Sailor, on the darkening sea, Lift the heart and bend the knee.
Strana 95 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself, And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Strana 42 - Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ! There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins : Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.