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affection Alice Annie answered appeared arms asked beautiful blessed bright called child close coming cousin dark daughter dear death deep delight door dream dress duty earth entered expression eyes face fair father fear feel felt flowers give grace half hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hope hour interest kind knew lady land leave letter light lips live look manner means mind Miss moment morning mother nature never night o'er once passed person pleasure poor present received replied rest returned scene seemed seen sister smile soon soul speak spirit step stood sure sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tone took true truth turned village voice walk whole wife wish woman young youth
Сторінка 402 - 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 332 - 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 403 - 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 248 - 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 333 - Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way, But to act that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.
Сторінка 403 - 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 381 - 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 403 - 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...