A Portfolio for YouthJ. Crissy, 1835 - 352 strán (strany) |
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... Mary White , 204 Saturday Afternoon , · 207 Aunt Kate and the Review , 209 The Mourner , 219 Planting a Nail in Huahine , 222 Mode of making Canoes in the Sandwich Islands , 223 Sir William Jones , 224 Page The Coronation of Petrarch ...
... Mary White , 204 Saturday Afternoon , · 207 Aunt Kate and the Review , 209 The Mourner , 219 Planting a Nail in Huahine , 222 Mode of making Canoes in the Sandwich Islands , 223 Sir William Jones , 224 Page The Coronation of Petrarch ...
Strana 140
... Mary's father , " observed the coun- tess , sighing ; " and a very striking likeness it is , of that unfortunate monarch , -but , hark ! here comes the queen , with her chamberlain and ladies , 140 LADY LUCY'S PETITION .
... Mary's father , " observed the coun- tess , sighing ; " and a very striking likeness it is , of that unfortunate monarch , -but , hark ! here comes the queen , with her chamberlain and ladies , 140 LADY LUCY'S PETITION .
Strana 142
... Mary pitied the distress of the young petitioner ; but she considered the death of Lord Preston as a mea- sure of political necessity ; she therefore told Lucy mildly , but firmly , that she could not grant her request . " But he is ...
... Mary pitied the distress of the young petitioner ; but she considered the death of Lord Preston as a mea- sure of political necessity ; she therefore told Lucy mildly , but firmly , that she could not grant her request . " But he is ...
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... living in friendship with the greatest men of the age , and from the circumstance of the whole audi- ence rising , on his entering the theatre , to do him honour . MARY WHITE . WHEN little Mary on the green First VIRGIL . 203.
... living in friendship with the greatest men of the age , and from the circumstance of the whole audi- ence rising , on his entering the theatre , to do him honour . MARY WHITE . WHEN little Mary on the green First VIRGIL . 203.
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John Frost. MARY WHITE . WHEN little Mary on the green First learnt to run alone , ' Twas spring , and all around were seen White daisies , newly blown . She call'd them lambs , and watch'd to see Them rise and ... MARY WHITE . Mary White,
John Frost. MARY WHITE . WHEN little Mary on the green First learnt to run alone , ' Twas spring , and all around were seen White daisies , newly blown . She call'd them lambs , and watch'd to see Them rise and ... MARY WHITE . Mary White,
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Strana 71 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Strana 266 - O run; prevent them with thy humble ode, And lay it lowly at his blessed feet; Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet And join thy voice unto the angel quire, From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire.
Strana 316 - For every man shall bear his own burden. 6 Let him that is taught in the word communicate unto him that teacheth in all good things.
Strana 266 - Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain To welcome Him to this His new abode, Now while the heaven, by the sun's team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light, And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright...
Strana 26 - Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone — That tuneful peal will still ring on ; While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.
Strana 314 - The prouder beauties of the field In gay but quick succession shine, Race after race their honors yield, They flourish and decline. But this small flower, to Nature dear, While moons and stars their courses run. Wreathes the whole circle of the year, Companion of the Sun. It smiles upon the lap of May, To sultry August spreads its charms...
Strana 265 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace. That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable, And that far-beaming blaze of Majesty...
Strana 44 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Strana 300 - PM rHEN the spark of life is waning, Weep not for me : When the languid eye is straining, Weep not for me.
Strana 333 - It lured me from my native land ; It bade me rove — my sole support My cymbals and my saraband. The woody dell, the hanging rock, The chamois skipping o'er the heights ; The plain adorn'd with many a flock, And, oh ! a thousand more delights, That grace yon dear beloved retreat, Have backward won my weary feet.