Eliza Cook's Journal, Volumen8J. O. Clark, 1853 |
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... Rest 376 The Village Church 265 The Bonnie Green Bough 392 The Past ! 153 Like the Evergreen , so shall our Time's Changes 393 Stanzas for Music 154 Friendship be 265 Lines among the Leaves 403 The English Holiday 169 My Own ! 280 ...
... Rest 376 The Village Church 265 The Bonnie Green Bough 392 The Past ! 153 Like the Evergreen , so shall our Time's Changes 393 Stanzas for Music 154 Friendship be 265 Lines among the Leaves 403 The English Holiday 169 My Own ! 280 ...
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... rest by a con- siderable distance . At last Eleanor bade Agnes seek them , as it was getting chilly and time to withdraw in - doors . Agnes obeyed , and as she approached the end of the garden , heard Francis Herbert speaking in earnest ...
... rest by a con- siderable distance . At last Eleanor bade Agnes seek them , as it was getting chilly and time to withdraw in - doors . Agnes obeyed , and as she approached the end of the garden , heard Francis Herbert speaking in earnest ...
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... rest on their bosoms . Mr. Springer , an American writer , has given us a graphic account of the adventurous life still led by numbers of men in the great old forests of Maine and New Brunswick . * There , a numerous class of men live ...
... rest on their bosoms . Mr. Springer , an American writer , has given us a graphic account of the adventurous life still led by numbers of men in the great old forests of Maine and New Brunswick . * There , a numerous class of men live ...
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... Rest thee , Babe , " or " Robin Gray . " Sweet " Rest thee , Babe ! " oh , peaceful theme That floated o'er my infant dream ! My brow was cool , my pillow smooth , When ELIZA COOK'S JOURNAL . 9.
... Rest thee , Babe , " or " Robin Gray . " Sweet " Rest thee , Babe ! " oh , peaceful theme That floated o'er my infant dream ! My brow was cool , my pillow smooth , When ELIZA COOK'S JOURNAL . 9.
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... rest . Jaded and exhausted in brain and body as the children were by the performance of heavy tasks at school during six days of the week , these Sundays were no days of rest to them . " From a private school , Andrew Combe proceeded ...
... rest . Jaded and exhausted in brain and body as the children were by the performance of heavy tasks at school during six days of the week , these Sundays were no days of rest to them . " From a private school , Andrew Combe proceeded ...
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Página 258 - Dont waste your time at family funerals grieving for your relatives: attend to life, not to death: there are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it, and better.
Página 171 - ... of it. The intensity of their feelings on one subject made them tranquil on every other. One overpowering sentiment had subjected to itself pity and hatred, ambition and fear. Death had lost its terrors and pleasure its charms. They had their smiles and their tears, their raptures and their sorrows, but not for the things of this world.
Página 171 - People who saw nothing of the godly but their uncouth visages, and heard nothing from them but their groans and their whining hymns, might laugh at them. But those had little reason to laugh who encountered them in the hall of debate, or in the field of battle.
Página 98 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted.
Página 341 - Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Página 171 - ... is, that he took his little son on his knee and kissed him ! We censure him for having violated the articles of the Petition of Right, after having, for good and valuable consideration, promised to observe them ; and we are informed that he was accustomed to hear prayers at six o'clock in the morning!
Página 171 - ... wanting attentive and malicious observers to point them out. For many years after the Restoration they were the theme of unmeasured invective and derision. They were exposed to the utmost licentiousness of the press and of the stage, at the time when the press and the stage were most licentious. They were not men of letters; they were, as a body, unpopular; they could not defend themselves; and the public would not take them under its protection.
Página 171 - Thus the Puritan was made up of two different men, the one all self-abasement, penitence, gratitude, passion, the other proud, calm, inflexible, sagacious. He prostrated himself in the dust before his Maker : but he set his foot on the neck of his king.
Página 170 - He lived at one of the most memorable eras in the history of mankind, at the very crisis of the great conflict between Oromasdes and Arimanes, liberty and despotism, reason and prejudice. That great battle was fought for no single generation, for no single land. The destinies of the human race were staked on the same cast with the freedom of the English people.
Página 171 - Oliver Cromwell, his bitterest enemies themselves being judges, destitute of private virtues ? And what, after all, are the virtues ascribed to Charles? A religious zeal, not more sincere than that of his son, and fully as weak and narrowminded, and a few of the ordinary household decencies which half the tombstones in England claim for those who lie beneath them.