The Female Poets of AmericaParry & McMillan, 1854 - 400 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 26
... pure fount is each small rill supplied ; Then , rigid Christian , be not too severe , Nor think great Cambray in an error here . In parable the holy Jesus taught Unwound the clue with mystic knowledge fraught . He knew the frailties of ...
... pure fount is each small rill supplied ; Then , rigid Christian , be not too severe , Nor think great Cambray in an error here . In parable the holy Jesus taught Unwound the clue with mystic knowledge fraught . He knew the frailties of ...
Σελίδα 41
... pure intelligence . Lo ! from thy wand Even faith , and hope , and charity , receive Something more filial and more feminine . Proud praise enough were this ; yet is there more : That neath thy splendid Indian canopy , By fairy fingers ...
... pure intelligence . Lo ! from thy wand Even faith , and hope , and charity , receive Something more filial and more feminine . Proud praise enough were this ; yet is there more : That neath thy splendid Indian canopy , By fairy fingers ...
Σελίδα 47
... pure and grateful incense goes From that sad wreck to his high throne . The twain , whose hearts are truly one , Wil early teach their prattling son Upon his little heart to bear The sailor to his God , in prayer : 40 Thou , who in thy ...
... pure and grateful incense goes From that sad wreck to his high throne . The twain , whose hearts are truly one , Wil early teach their prattling son Upon his little heart to bear The sailor to his God , in prayer : 40 Thou , who in thy ...
Σελίδα 48
... pure offering to the rolling tide . Thus , from the veins , through earth's dark bosom pouring , Many have flowed in tributary streams ; Some , in the bow that bent , the sun adoring , Have shone in colors borrowed from his beams . But ...
... pure offering to the rolling tide . Thus , from the veins , through earth's dark bosom pouring , Many have flowed in tributary streams ; Some , in the bow that bent , the sun adoring , Have shone in colors borrowed from his beams . But ...
Σελίδα 49
... pure , she looked as one arrayed For the mansions of the blest . A smile had left its trace On her lip at the parting breath , And the beauty in that lovely face Was fixed with the seal of death ! THE CONSIGNMENT . FIRE , my hand is on ...
... pure , she looked as one arrayed For the mansions of the blest . A smile had left its trace On her lip at the parting breath , And the beauty in that lovely face Was fixed with the seal of death ! THE CONSIGNMENT . FIRE , my hand is on ...
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Σελίδα 394 - Encyclopaedia of Chemistry, Practical and Theoretical : Embracing its application to the Arts, Metallurgy, Mineralogy, Geology, Medicine and Pharmacy. By JAMES C. BOOTH, Melter and Refiner in the United States Mint, Professor of Applied Chemistry in the Franklin Institute, etc., assisted by CAMPBELL MORFIT, author of " Chemical Manipulations,
Σελίδα 62 - MY boy, thou wilt dream the world is fair, And thy spirit will sigh to roam ; And thou must go ; but never, when there, Forget the light of home. Though pleasure may smile with a ray more bright, It dazzles to lead astray : Like the meteor's flash, 'twill deepen the night, When thou treadest the lonely way. But the hearth of home has a constant flame, And pure as vestal fire : 'Twill burn, 'twill burn, for ever the same, For nature feeds the pyre.
Σελίδα 48 - But he did one thing that was hardly fair — He peeped in the cupboard, and finding there That all had forgotten for him to prepare. "Now, just to set them a-thinking, I'll bite this basket of fruit...
Σελίδα 362 - I once had a little brother With eyes that were dark and deep : In the lap of that old dim forest He lieth in peace asleep ; Light as the down of the thistle, Free as the winds that blow, We roved there the beautiful summers, The summers of long ago ; But his feet on the hills grew weary, And one of the autumn eves I made for my little brother A bed of the yellow leaves.
Σελίδα 50 - And soon in the earth she sunk away From the comfortless spot where the Pebble lay. But it was not long ere the soil was broke By the peering head of an infant oak ! And as it arose and its branches spread, The Pebble looked up, and wondering said : — " A modest Acorn ! never to tell What was enclosed in its simple shell...
Σελίδα 321 - The twilight hours, like birds, flew by, As lightly and as free ; Ten thousand stars were in the sky, Ten thousand on the sea ; For every wave with dimpled face, That leaped upon the air, Had caught a star in its embrace, And held it trembling there.
Σελίδα 20 - I once that loved the shady woods so well, Now thought the rivers did the trees excel, And if the sun would ever shine, there would I dwell.
Σελίδα 267 - Labor is rest — from the sorrows that greet us, Rest from all petty vexations that meet us, Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us, Rest from world-sirens that lure us to ill.
Σελίδα 204 - COULD have stemmed misfortune's tide, And borne the rich one's sneer, Have braved the haughty glance of pride, Nor shed a single tear. I could have smiled on every blow From life's full quiver thrown, While I might gaze on thee, and know I should not be
Σελίδα 50 - Whose head is towering toward the sky, Above such a worthless thing as I ! Useless and vain, a cumberer here, I have been idling from year to year. But never from this shall a vaunting word From the humbled Pebble again be heard, Till something without me or within Shall show the purpose for which I've been ?" The Pebble its vow could not forget, And it lies there wrapt in silence yet.