Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, Tom 7Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart 1850 |
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... soon. STOKE THE RESIDENCE OF THE PENN FAMILY . THE CROWN OF THORNS . CIMON.SC . vate plate , a half - length , by Read , after Prauker . Of Richard Penn , and his wife ( Miss Lardner ) , there are fine portraits , in oil , in excellent ...
... soon. STOKE THE RESIDENCE OF THE PENN FAMILY . THE CROWN OF THORNS . CIMON.SC . vate plate , a half - length , by Read , after Prauker . Of Richard Penn , and his wife ( Miss Lardner ) , there are fine portraits , in oil , in excellent ...
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... soon left him . | his political career theretofore . His mind was The principles of February were thrashed and generally soaring away upon principles , very cannonaded in the streets , in the affairs of excellent ones doubtless , when ...
... soon left him . | his political career theretofore . His mind was The principles of February were thrashed and generally soaring away upon principles , very cannonaded in the streets , in the affairs of excellent ones doubtless , when ...
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... , And talked as the young do in their first grief ! She looked up in his face with earnest eyes , And laid her hand in his , and bade him wake , " And love another , fairer , freer maid ; - He would be happy soon , she knew he would.
... , And talked as the young do in their first grief ! She looked up in his face with earnest eyes , And laid her hand in his , and bade him wake , " And love another , fairer , freer maid ; - He would be happy soon , she knew he would.
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... soon , she knew he would , He must for her dear sake . " - I know not half The burning words he uttered , but he felt The shadow which pursues him evermore , Gathering about his pathway and his heart ! And thus they parted , and years ...
... soon , she knew he would , He must for her dear sake . " - I know not half The burning words he uttered , but he felt The shadow which pursues him evermore , Gathering about his pathway and his heart ! And thus they parted , and years ...
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... soon ex- plained to Mary how she had been taken in . " Now , my lady , " cried Cora , as soon as she could speak for laughing , " I hope you will learn to be less self - confident another time . " " Who could help being caught ...
... soon ex- plained to Mary how she had been taken in . " Now , my lady , " cried Cora , as soon as she could speak for laughing , " I hope you will learn to be less self - confident another time . " " Who could help being caught ...
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Strona 236 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Strona 238 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Strona 242 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Strona 238 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist...
Strona 226 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring. Or chasms and wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Strona 239 - Tis less of earth than heaven. Her every tone is music's own, Like those of morning birds, And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words; The coinage of her heart are they, And from her lips each flows As one may see the burden'd bee Forth issue from the rose.
Strona 241 - Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses ; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home ? Who was her father ? Who was her mother ? Had she a sister ? Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other...
Strona 242 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Strona 239 - I know, I know I should not see The season's glorious show, Nor would its brightness shine for me, Nor its wild music flow ; But if, around my place of sleep, The friends I love should come to weep, They might not haste to go. Soft airs, and song, and light and bloom Should keep them lingering by my tomb.
Strona 236 - And called her good as fair, For all God ever gave to her She kept with chary care. She kept with care her beauties rare From lovers warm and true, For her heart was cold to all but gold And the rich came not to woo — But honoured well are charms to sell If priests the selling do.