The Prose and Poetry of Europe and America: Consisting of Literary Gems and Curiosities, and Containing the Choice and Beautiful Productions of Many of the Most Popular Writers of the Past and Present Age ...Leavitt & Allen, 1845 - 600 стор. |
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... hope what is only , alas ! recol- lection , she believes those gleams to be a light from the Fu- ture , not the Past . " To retrieve this ruin of the once - blessed sou - to clear away from around her the clouds of earth , and ...
... hope what is only , alas ! recol- lection , she believes those gleams to be a light from the Fu- ture , not the Past . " To retrieve this ruin of the once - blessed sou - to clear away from around her the clouds of earth , and ...
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... hope , however delusive , of being able to divert her thoughts from the fatal project she meditated ; of weaning her , by persuasion and argument , from that austere faith , which I had before hated and now feared ; aad of attaching her ...
... hope , however delusive , of being able to divert her thoughts from the fatal project she meditated ; of weaning her , by persuasion and argument , from that austere faith , which I had before hated and now feared ; aad of attaching her ...
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... hope it held out - was still a glimpse of happiness . Though it foreboded that I should lose her , it also whispered that I was loved . Like that lake , in the land of Roses , whose waters are half - sweet , half - bitter , I felt my ...
... hope it held out - was still a glimpse of happiness . Though it foreboded that I should lose her , it also whispered that I was loved . Like that lake , in the land of Roses , whose waters are half - sweet , half - bitter , I felt my ...
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... hope into my heart , among the rocks . Having proposed that I should accom before which all despondency fled . Even the gloom of the pany him in his walk , he proceeded to lead me , in the direc * esert was forgotten , and my rude cave ...
... hope into my heart , among the rocks . Having proposed that I should accom before which all despondency fled . Even the gloom of the pany him in his walk , he proceeded to lead me , in the direc * esert was forgotten , and my rude cave ...
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... hope runs , burning and alive , like a spark along a chain ; the slow and merciful preparation of the hearts of mankind for the great trial of their faith and obedience that was at hand , not only by miracles that appealed to the living ...
... hope runs , burning and alive , like a spark along a chain ; the slow and merciful preparation of the hearts of mankind for the great trial of their faith and obedience that was at hand , not only by miracles that appealed to the living ...
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Сторінка 312 - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Сторінка 347 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Сторінка 312 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Сторінка 314 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Сторінка 313 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labor free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Сторінка 313 - While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round ; And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired...
Сторінка 314 - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry fagot from the thorn, , To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain...
Сторінка 346 - It were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me : In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Сторінка 313 - SWEET AUBURN! loveliest village of the plain; Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Сторінка 314 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.