Friendship's Offering: And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's PresentSmith, Elder, 1826 |
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... lips ; and , in the attitude of listening attention , would pull hand- fulls from out his fair and sunny ringlets , as if the perception of feeling was also denied him . " The father loved this boy , I think he loved him the better ...
... lips ; and , in the attitude of listening attention , would pull hand- fulls from out his fair and sunny ringlets , as if the perception of feeling was also denied him . " The father loved this boy , I think he loved him the better ...
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... lip a touch receives , Light as the zephyr's whispered kiss , And the pale lanıp gleams fitful by , - Oh ! doubt not then my shade is nigh . Or , -heard by evening's silver star , While sleep's light wreaths thy temples twine ...
... lip a touch receives , Light as the zephyr's whispered kiss , And the pale lanıp gleams fitful by , - Oh ! doubt not then my shade is nigh . Or , -heard by evening's silver star , While sleep's light wreaths thy temples twine ...
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... lip , its smile bestowing , Which could soften sorrow's gush ; - By that cheek , once brightly glowing With pure friendship's well - feign'd blush ; - By all those false charms united , - Thou hast wrought thy wanton will , And ...
... lip , its smile bestowing , Which could soften sorrow's gush ; - By that cheek , once brightly glowing With pure friendship's well - feign'd blush ; - By all those false charms united , - Thou hast wrought thy wanton will , And ...
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... lip , there is no slip - no balk - no hindrance of the passive luxury . There time ambles withal ; and the measured tick of the family clock comes , with a friendly and home - breathing voice , to the ear . Should the cold wind whistle ...
... lip , there is no slip - no balk - no hindrance of the passive luxury . There time ambles withal ; and the measured tick of the family clock comes , with a friendly and home - breathing voice , to the ear . Should the cold wind whistle ...
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... lip ! The guests of the Crow and Teapot were of a class peculiarly fitted to enjoy the pleasing de- lirium of the spot , -men whose enjoyments were all social , and qualified , neither by nature or education , for refined pleasures . So ...
... lip ! The guests of the Crow and Teapot were of a class peculiarly fitted to enjoy the pleasing de- lirium of the spot , -men whose enjoyments were all social , and qualified , neither by nature or education , for refined pleasures . So ...
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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...