Friendship's Offering: And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's PresentSmith, Elder, 1826 |
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... pale - fading away , by degrees , as it were , under the influence of deferred hope , and uncertain prospect . Her parents were growing old , her father was in feeble health , and it was uncertain when I might be able to return , to be ...
... pale - fading away , by degrees , as it were , under the influence of deferred hope , and uncertain prospect . Her parents were growing old , her father was in feeble health , and it was uncertain when I might be able to return , to be ...
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... pale , beauty of the tenement of humanity , from which the super - human essence has flitted . But when all were gathered round her , for the service to begin , the look which she turned on Pierre , as she placed her hand in his ...
... pale , beauty of the tenement of humanity , from which the super - human essence has flitted . But when all were gathered round her , for the service to begin , the look which she turned on Pierre , as she placed her hand in his ...
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... pale , As though she wept , and waited , still , For him she never more shall hail , Upon the Latmos hill : The breeze is up , the sail unfurled ; - Oh ! for one hour of respite , yet ! In vain ! ' Tis moonlight in the world , But ...
... pale , As though she wept , and waited , still , For him she never more shall hail , Upon the Latmos hill : The breeze is up , the sail unfurled ; - Oh ! for one hour of respite , yet ! In vain ! ' Tis moonlight in the world , But ...
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... Pale as its 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 ...
... Pale as its 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 ...
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... pale and silent , like a shadowy thing That has looked on the other world , and known The secrets of the grave , but forced , awhile , To linger on the earth it loathes . She held Within her arms an urn ; beneath the shade Of the tree ...
... pale and silent , like a shadowy thing That has looked on the other world , and known The secrets of the grave , but forced , awhile , To linger on the earth it loathes . She held Within her arms an urn ; beneath the shade Of the tree ...
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Términos y frases comunes
agony arms beauty beneath BERNARD BARTON bosom breast breath bright brow Charles North charm cheek child clouds cold Constance countenance dark dead death deep dogs dream earth eyes face fair father fear feel Ferhaud flowers flowing tear garden gaze gentle GLASTONBURY ABBEY glowing grace grave grief hand happiness hath head heard heart heaven hope horse hour Khosroo king king of Bohemia lady LADY CAROLINE LAMB laugh light lips live lonely look Lord LORD BYRON lover Marian Martin Jansens Molch monarch morning ness never night o'er pale passed pedlar Pierre Pine Hollow Reichter Robert Shirley rose scene Scottish lassie Seaforth seemed shade Shah Abbas Shirene sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spot stranger sweet tale tears thee thine thing THOMAS DALE thou art thought Timanthe trembling voice wanderer wild woman wood young youth
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Página 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!
Página 397 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 37 - And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...