The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Tom 28Joseph Rogerson |
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... soul ; that cold and senseless , and even repulsive , as that dead clay looks to the living , to the separated spirit it is still so endeared by long interlacement , that it is compelled by mysterious sympathy to hover round it ! How ...
... soul ; that cold and senseless , and even repulsive , as that dead clay looks to the living , to the separated spirit it is still so endeared by long interlacement , that it is compelled by mysterious sympathy to hover round it ! How ...
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... soul that is too high for them to understand . Whatever rises above the low level of human degradation , that do they attribute to the prompt- ings of infernal powers . To be better than man , is to expose oneself to be called a devil ...
... soul that is too high for them to understand . Whatever rises above the low level of human degradation , that do they attribute to the prompt- ings of infernal powers . To be better than man , is to expose oneself to be called a devil ...
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... soul . How few people grow better , Hannah , as they grow older ! They get more wary , more careful to conceal such faults as militate against their worldly success but the inside of the cup and the platter ! Oh ! how often to the most ...
... soul . How few people grow better , Hannah , as they grow older ! They get more wary , more careful to conceal such faults as militate against their worldly success but the inside of the cup and the platter ! Oh ! how often to the most ...
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... SOUL of " impassion'd truth ! " Spirit , I turn to thee , as one of them That dare essay , with the brave faith of youth , To touch thy garment's hem ! Spirit , whom I had met , When first my mother led me to thy throne , The field and ...
... SOUL of " impassion'd truth ! " Spirit , I turn to thee , as one of them That dare essay , with the brave faith of youth , To touch thy garment's hem ! Spirit , whom I had met , When first my mother led me to thy throne , The field and ...
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... soul , ere another year has winged its flight , how many was devoted to the beautiful Florence ; and as of those now present , laughing and jesting so he worshipped her , so did the lonely Mary wor - gaily , full of health and vigour ...
... soul , ere another year has winged its flight , how many was devoted to the beautiful Florence ; and as of those now present , laughing and jesting so he worshipped her , so did the lonely Mary wor - gaily , full of health and vigour ...
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Strona 118 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man...
Strona 254 - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white; And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light : They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Strona 202 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Strona 190 - The Cypress and her spire; —Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam Cover a hundred leagues, and seem To set the hills on fire. The Youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds.
Strona 137 - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass in the green field.
Strona 190 - Her father took another mate ; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill, In thoughtless freedom, bold.
Strona 190 - He was a lovely youth ! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he ; And, when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay Upon the tropic sea.
Strona 18 - The latter part of his life cannot be remembered but with pity and sadness. He languished some years under that depression of mind which enchains the faculties without destroying them, and leaves reason the knowledge of right without the power of pursuing it.
Strona 254 - I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break; But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay, For I'm to be Queen o...
Strona 136 - I COME, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.