The Ladies' Illustrated Keepsake, Том 3

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J.S. Taylor., 1854
 

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Сторінка 334 - had roused his better nature, impelling the wanderer to return. And now I was in the midst of a festive scene where were gathered " Beauty and chivalry ; And bright the lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men, And all went merry as a
Сторінка 58 - she too much indulged thy fond pursuit; She sowed the seeds, but death has reaped the fruit. "Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain. No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
Сторінка 39 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Then go not like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon; but
Сторінка 338 - teaches us to love the Lord with all our heart, with all our soul, and with all our might. It teaches us to love our neighbor as ourselves. It teaches us to assist the distressed! to> succor the widow—to protect the orphan. It teaches us to love all mankind, to have respect for their opinions, to hide their faults, to return our
Сторінка 14 - animal, and may jump ag'in.' Natty maintained his position in front of the maidens, most fearlessly, notwithstanding the violent bounds and threatening aspect of the wounded panther, which gave several indications of returning strength and ferocity, until his rifle was again loaded, when he stepped up to the enraged animal, and placing the muzzle close to
Сторінка 58 - TO HENRY KIRK WHITE. ,; Unhappy White ! while life was in its spring And thy young muse just waved her joyous wing, The spoiler came, and all thy promise fair Has sought the grave, to sleep forever there.
Сторінка 13 - inches from her broad feet. Miss Temple did not, or could not move. Her hands were clasped in the attitude of prayer, but her eyes were still drawn to her terrible enemy—her cheeks were blanched to the whiteness of marble, and her lips were slightly separated with horror. The
Сторінка 13 - seemed now to have arrived for the fatal termination, and the beautiful figure of Elizabeth was bowing meekly to the stroke, when a rustling of leaves from behind seemed rather to mock the organs, than to meet her ears. ' Hist! hist!' said a low voice—
Сторінка 239 - have knelt, Implore, beseech, and pray— Strive the besotted heart to melt, The downward course to stay ; Be dashed with bitter curse aside, Your prayers burlesqued, your tears defied. Go weep as I have wept, O'er a loved father's fall— See every promised blessing swept— Youth's sweetness turned to gall— Life's fading flowers strew'd all the way
Сторінка 337 - of adoration. To villify the religion and customs of other men, is to set at nought the religion of the Almighty. When we deface a picture, we naturally incur the resentment of the painter, and justly has the poet said, " presume not to arraign or scrutinize the various works of power Divine.

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