Friendship's Offering: And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's PresentSmith, Elder, 1826 |
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... cold , a little cross , and not quite at ease as to how I was to pass the night ; when , shortly before it got dark , I heard a voice singing merrily behind me , and , on looking back , perceived a peasant trudg- ing stoutly down the ...
... cold , a little cross , and not quite at ease as to how I was to pass the night ; when , shortly before it got dark , I heard a voice singing merrily behind me , and , on looking back , perceived a peasant trudg- ing stoutly down the ...
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... cold As life to them shall , henceforth , be ; One glance the glance that makes us old , Of utter agony ; One throb - the bitterest and the last , Awaking , but to deaden , pain , In hearts that , when that pang is past , Shall never ...
... cold As life to them shall , henceforth , be ; One glance the glance that makes us old , Of utter agony ; One throb - the bitterest and the last , Awaking , but to deaden , pain , In hearts that , when that pang is past , Shall never ...
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... cold , white pillow ; on her cheek Lingered the grace which beauty ever leaves , Although herself be gone ; her large dark eye Was as a picture's , fixed and motionless , With only one expression . - There are griefs That hunt , like ...
... cold , white pillow ; on her cheek Lingered the grace which beauty ever leaves , Although herself be gone ; her large dark eye Was as a picture's , fixed and motionless , With only one expression . - There are griefs That hunt , like ...
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... cold and careless looks , wilt often pass me by , Unconscious of my swelling heart , and of my wistful eye ; Though thou wilt wed some Highland love , nor waste one thought on me , - - Here's a health , my Scottish lassie ! -here's a ...
... cold and careless looks , wilt often pass me by , Unconscious of my swelling heart , and of my wistful eye ; Though thou wilt wed some Highland love , nor waste one thought on me , - - Here's a health , my Scottish lassie ! -here's a ...
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... cold , when the glasses on both sides of the coach were , by tacit consent , left open , and when neither the weather nor the roads were such as to occupy the attention of my fellow travellers , they , by degrees , entered into ...
... cold , when the glasses on both sides of the coach were , by tacit consent , left open , and when neither the weather nor the roads were such as to occupy the attention of my fellow travellers , they , by degrees , entered into ...
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Strona 397 - 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, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light!
Strona 397 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing...
Strona 398 - The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day, — The tree is living yet ! I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. 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...
Strona 359 - When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me: Because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me: and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.
Strona 88 - To mark the sufferings of the babe That cannot speak its woe ; To see the infant tears gush forth, Yet know not why they flow ; To meet the meek uplifted eye, That fain would ask relief, Yet can but tell of agony, — THIS is a mother's grief ! -\ Thro...
Strona 395 - Shine in the light, that streaks the sev'ring clouds, Bid her speed on, and greet her with a song : — Go, beautiful and gentle Dove, — But whither wilt thou go ? For though the clouds ride high above, How sad and waste is all below ! The wife of Shem, a moment to her breast Held the poor bird, and kiss'd it.
Strona 37 - And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Strona 361 - The year's in the wane, There is nothing adorning, The night has no eve, And the day has no morning ;— Cold winter gives warning.
Strona 209 - That wast ere time, — shalt be when time is o'er ; Ages and worlds begin — grow old — and end, Systems and suns thy changeless throne before, Commence and close their cycles : — lost, I bend To earth my prostrate soul, and shudder and adore...
Strona 89 - O'er what was once the chief Of all the treasured joys of earth, — This is a Mother's grief. Yet when the first wild throb is past Of anguish and despair, To lift the eye of faith to heaven, And think — my child is there...