The Young Lady's ReaderS. Babcock, 1839 - 458 strán (strany) |
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Strana 33
... comes the calm , mild day , as still such days will come , To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home , When the sound of dropping nuts is heard , though all the trees are still , And twinkle in the smoky light the ...
... comes the calm , mild day , as still such days will come , To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home , When the sound of dropping nuts is heard , though all the trees are still , And twinkle in the smoky light the ...
Strana 54
... comes a day for grief's o'erwhelming power , A time for softer tears - but all are thine . Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for decay , And smile at thee - but thou art not of those That wait the ripened ...
... comes a day for grief's o'erwhelming power , A time for softer tears - but all are thine . Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for decay , And smile at thee - but thou art not of those That wait the ripened ...
Strana 65
... comes with aspect cheerful- Leads her to her ancient shrine . There her eye all passion loses , But with reason shines serene ; Truth its sober charm diffuses Gently o'er her softened mien . Thought restrains her youthful wildness ...
... comes with aspect cheerful- Leads her to her ancient shrine . There her eye all passion loses , But with reason shines serene ; Truth its sober charm diffuses Gently o'er her softened mien . Thought restrains her youthful wildness ...
Strana 70
... comes ! immortal power ! What though each spark of earth - born rapture fly , The quivering lip , pale cheek , and closing eye ! Bright to the soul thy seraph hands convey The morning dream of life's eternal day— Then , then , the ...
... comes ! immortal power ! What though each spark of earth - born rapture fly , The quivering lip , pale cheek , and closing eye ! Bright to the soul thy seraph hands convey The morning dream of life's eternal day— Then , then , the ...
Strana 79
... comes to palaces in an obsequious livery of plumes , and velvet , and cloth of gold ! THE APOSTLES . - MASSILON , They went from city to city , from province to province , from nation to nation ; they dispersed themselves to the ...
... comes to palaces in an obsequious livery of plumes , and velvet , and cloth of gold ! THE APOSTLES . - MASSILON , They went from city to city , from province to province , from nation to nation ; they dispersed themselves to the ...
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Strana 128 - Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested. That is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
Strana 51 - Haste thee nymph and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles. Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled care derides. And laughter holding both his sides.
Strana 338 - THAT time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Strana 91 - Curse ye Meroz, (said the angel of the Lord,) curse ye bitterly the inhabitants thereof; because they came not to the help of the Lord, to the help of the Lord against the mighty.
Strana 150 - Tunes her nocturnal note : thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Strana 75 - Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw : Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite...
Strana 314 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Strana 350 - I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Strana 114 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines How silently! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black — An ebon mass. Methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge!
Strana 438 - Farewell, Monsieur Traveller. Look you lisp, and wear strange suits ; disable all the benefits of your own country ; be out of love with your nativity; and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are : or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola.