The Young Lady's ReaderS. Babcock, 1839 - 458 strán (strany) |
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Strana 49
... give him wings , Above this dying world to flee , And live with heavenly things ! " sume . LIFE . - JAMES . Life is always like a stream , whatever character it may as- Grief murmurs , anger roars , impatience frets ; but hap- piness ...
... give him wings , Above this dying world to flee , And live with heavenly things ! " sume . LIFE . - JAMES . Life is always like a stream , whatever character it may as- Grief murmurs , anger roars , impatience frets ; but hap- piness ...
Strana 57
... give thee honor due , Mirth admit me of thy crew , To live with her , and live with thee , In unreproved pleasures free ; To hear the lark begin his flight , And singing startle the dull night From his watch - tower in the skies , Till ...
... give thee honor due , Mirth admit me of thy crew , To live with her , and live with thee , In unreproved pleasures free ; To hear the lark begin his flight , And singing startle the dull night From his watch - tower in the skies , Till ...
Strana 79
... gives grace to the human form , and seems to ani- mate every faculty . In these mansions of delight , if sorrow ( treasonable intruder ) ever sets his foot , he is instantly disgui- sed in pomps and drapery , that his palid visage and ...
... gives grace to the human form , and seems to ani- mate every faculty . In these mansions of delight , if sorrow ( treasonable intruder ) ever sets his foot , he is instantly disgui- sed in pomps and drapery , that his palid visage and ...
Strana 81
... gives his youth delight , A little louder , but as empty quite : Scarfs , garters , gold , amuse his riper stage , And beads and prayer - books are the toys of age : Pleased with this bauble still , as that before ; ' Till tired he ...
... gives his youth delight , A little louder , but as empty quite : Scarfs , garters , gold , amuse his riper stage , And beads and prayer - books are the toys of age : Pleased with this bauble still , as that before ; ' Till tired he ...
Strana 89
... give it attractions which should invite the busy and the thoughtful ; and yet , at the same time , afford ample scope for the secret indulgence of sorrow . Why should not christians imitate such examples ? They have far nobler motives ...
... give it attractions which should invite the busy and the thoughtful ; and yet , at the same time , afford ample scope for the secret indulgence of sorrow . Why should not christians imitate such examples ? They have far nobler motives ...
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Ajut Anningait arms art thou beauty Beelzebub blessed breath brother called Cath Catharine clouds dark daughter dear death deep delight Deloraine doth dreams Duke F earth Elea Engedi eyes fair Falkenstein father fear feel flowers fool forest forest of Arden friends Ganymede gaze gentle Giblets give glory Glot grace grave hand happiness hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hellespont honor hope hour human human voice Jupiter lady land light live look Lord mighty mind moral morning nature never night noble nymph o'er Ochiltree Orla Orlando Orra passion pleasure Polycarp poor pray Rienzi Rosalind scene seemed Semiramis Sheshbazzar silent Sisera smile soul sound speak spirit stars sweet tears tell thee Theo thine thing thou art thought tion voice wild woman wonder words young youth
Populárne pasáže
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.