The Worcester Talisman, Nide 1Dorr & Howland, 1828 |
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Sivu 2
... Sweet smiles the evening scene- Still must I mourn- Anxiously waiting My brother's return . " My Alfred's return would sound more in- teresting , " thought she . But though she lov- ed Alfred as well as Charles , yet when he was at home ...
... Sweet smiles the evening scene- Still must I mourn- Anxiously waiting My brother's return . " My Alfred's return would sound more in- teresting , " thought she . But though she lov- ed Alfred as well as Charles , yet when he was at home ...
Sivu 3
... sweet tones of Jane's voice , just as she was completing the last lines , and interrupted her in the manner described . The disclosure which followed was unpremeditated at the THE STAGE DRIVER . time , but he had resolved not to pass ...
... sweet tones of Jane's voice , just as she was completing the last lines , and interrupted her in the manner described . The disclosure which followed was unpremeditated at the THE STAGE DRIVER . time , but he had resolved not to pass ...
Sivu 8
... sweet com- munion , And feel his spirit raised above the cares , And petty troubles of the sorrowing world , - I went without to ramble - oft I steal Far from the dense and busy haunts of men , To taste the sweets of solitude , and mark ...
... sweet com- munion , And feel his spirit raised above the cares , And petty troubles of the sorrowing world , - I went without to ramble - oft I steal Far from the dense and busy haunts of men , To taste the sweets of solitude , and mark ...
Sivu 23
... sweet meats , and lull them to sleep on a couch of roses by the dulcet notes of music , or please the eye with a painted bauble . The ill success of such publications , and the suc- cess and reputation of that of Mrs. Ware , and of the ...
... sweet meats , and lull them to sleep on a couch of roses by the dulcet notes of music , or please the eye with a painted bauble . The ill success of such publications , and the suc- cess and reputation of that of Mrs. Ware , and of the ...
Sivu 24
... Sweet it is your voice to hear , Though dull and heavy grows mine ear : Wait and take my last adieu , Never mother lov'd like you ! Though your form I ne'er might see , Your image was not hid from me- Stamp'd on my adoring mind ...
... Sweet it is your voice to hear , Though dull and heavy grows mine ear : Wait and take my last adieu , Never mother lov'd like you ! Though your form I ne'er might see , Your image was not hid from me- Stamp'd on my adoring mind ...
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Sivu 21 - I had in my pocket a handful of copper money, three or four silver dollars, and five pistoles in gold. As he proceeded I began to soften, and concluded to give the copper. Another stroke of his oratory made me ashamed of that, and determined me to give the silver ; and he finished so admirably, that I emptied my pocket wholly into the collector's dish, — gold and all.
Sivu 60 - That reason, passion, answer one great aim ; That true self-love and social are the same ; That virtue only makes our bliss below, And all our knowledge is — ourselves to know.
Sivu 22 - O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Sivu 21 - I happened soon after to attend one of his sermons, in the course of which I perceived he intended to finish with a collection, and I silently resolved he should get nothing from me. I had in my pocket a handful of copper money, three or four silver dollars, and five pistoles in gold. As he proceeded I began to soften and concluded to give the copper.
Sivu 132 - The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side: In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief: Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
Sivu 132 - The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the goldenrod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear, cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen.
Sivu 92 - The stars that gild the gloomy night; The seas that roll unnumber'd waves; The wood that spreads its shady leaves; The field whose ears conceal the grain, The yellow treasure of the plain; All of these, and all I see, Should be sung, and sung by me : They speak their maker as they can, But want and ask the tongue of man.
Sivu 171 - I would go fifty miles on foot, for I have not a horse worth riding on, to kiss the hand of that man whose generous heart will give up the reins of his imagination into his author's hands — be pleased he knows not why, and cares not wherefore.
Sivu 132 - ... wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen. And now when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home...
Sivu 156 - And has he left his birds and flowers; And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again? " And by the brook and in the glade Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh ! while my brother with me play'd, Would I had loved him more !