The Ladies' Wreath, Том 7Martyn & Ely, 1852 |
З цієї книги
Результати 1-5 із 57
Сторінка 7
... Smile - Words by Lina Morriss . Music by L. B — d . Arr'd by A. Abbott 153 Misanthropy Outgrown - By Rev L. C. Brown , 168 Music : Hymn to Solitude - Words by D. Thompson . Music by A. Abbott , 225 Mementos - By Alice Craig , 241 Man's ...
... Smile - Words by Lina Morriss . Music by L. B — d . Arr'd by A. Abbott 153 Misanthropy Outgrown - By Rev L. C. Brown , 168 Music : Hymn to Solitude - Words by D. Thompson . Music by A. Abbott , 225 Mementos - By Alice Craig , 241 Man's ...
Сторінка 22
... smile of love the while Shall light our home by the foaming brine . Oh ! happy shall be that home by the sea- That home in the land of the brave and free ; Where the wild sea bird's shrill note is heard , And the blue waves break ...
... smile of love the while Shall light our home by the foaming brine . Oh ! happy shall be that home by the sea- That home in the land of the brave and free ; Where the wild sea bird's shrill note is heard , And the blue waves break ...
Сторінка 32
... smile of triumph . One of my companions , noticing my elated condition , and vexed perhaps at his own losses , now proposed that we play for a still higher stake . " How high ? " I asked , with the air of a man who could stake up any ...
... smile of triumph . One of my companions , noticing my elated condition , and vexed perhaps at his own losses , now proposed that we play for a still higher stake . " How high ? " I asked , with the air of a man who could stake up any ...
Сторінка 53
... smile , she said— " I was so intensely interested in that new book , that I read on and on , quite forgetful how late it was growing - only think of my sitting up till twelve ! Why , I shall never awake in the morning . I will light ...
... smile , she said— " I was so intensely interested in that new book , that I read on and on , quite forgetful how late it was growing - only think of my sitting up till twelve ! Why , I shall never awake in the morning . I will light ...
Сторінка 54
... smile , she closed the parlor door , and hastened up stairs . She reached her own room - she felt she was alone , and then she flung herself upon the bed , in an agony that seemed to make almost a chaos in her brain . For an hour she ...
... smile , she closed the parlor door , and hastened up stairs . She reached her own room - she felt she was alone , and then she flung herself upon the bed , in an agony that seemed to make almost a chaos in her brain . For an hour she ...
Інші видання - Показати все
Загальні терміни та фрази
Alice AMY GRAY Annie Apollodorus asked beautiful blessed breath bright brow burgomaster called Charles Churchill cheek child Corriano countenance cousin Crescens dark daughter dear death deep delight door dream dress earth Edith Eliab Elsie ELSTOW Emily exclaimed eyes face fair father feel felt Fisher Flower Angels flowers Fred gentle girl glance grace Grey hand Hanford happy heard heart heaven Herbert hope hour Isabella Israel Kate lady LAVATERA leave light lips Lizzie look marriage mind morning mother murmured never night o'er once Orphen pale passed Peterhoff pleasure poor Precious moments replied returned riches harden Russia scene seemed silence sister skiff smile Socrates Sophia sorrow soul spirit stood sweet tears thee thing thou thought tone Turkish uncon village voice walk wife wish woman wonder words Wurtemburg young youth
Популярні уривки
Сторінка 404 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Сторінка 211 - FOR the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers' God ! Thou hast made thy children mighty, By the touch of the mountain sod.
Сторінка 334 - A LITTLE word in kindness spoken, A motion, or a tear, Has often healed the heart that's broken, And made a friend sincere. A word — a look — has crushed to earth Full many a budding flower, Which, had a smile but owned its birth, Would bless life's darkest hour. Then deem it not an idle thing A pleasant word to speak ; The face you wear, the thought you bring, A heart may heal or break.
Сторінка 405 - But none ever trembled and panted with bliss In the garden, the field, or the wilderness, Like a doe in the noontide with love's sweet want As the companionless sensitive plant.
Сторінка 250 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Сторінка 335 - Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way, But to act that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.
Сторінка 405 - Then the pied wind-flowers and the tulip tall, And narcissi, the fairest among them all, Who gaze on their eyes in the stream's recess, Till they die of their own dear loveliness...
Сторінка 383 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of Heaven.
Сторінка 405 - And the Naiad-like lily of the vale, Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale, That the light of its tremulous bells is seen Through their pavilions of tender green ; And the hyacinth purple, and white, and blue, Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew Of music so delicate, soft, and intense, It was felt like an odour within the sense...
Сторінка 265 - How hardly shall they who have riches enter the kingdom of heaven.