Ellen Clifford: Or the Genius of Reform

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A. Tompkins and B. B. Mussey, 1839 - 142 من الصفحات
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الصفحة 91 - And if he trespass against thee seven times in a day, and seven times in a day turn again to thee, saying, I repent; thou shalt forgive him.
الصفحة 112 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die...
الصفحة 47 - Neebour's fauts and folly! Whase life is like a weel-gaun mill, Supply'd wi' store o' water, The heapet happer's ebbing still, And still the clap plays clatter. Hear me, ye venerable Core, As counsel for poor mortals, That frequent pass douce Wisdom's door, For...
الصفحة 39 - CHARACTER. 0 born to soothe distress and lighten care, Lively as soft, and innocent as fair! Blest with that sweet simplicity of thought So rarely found, and never to be taught; Of winning speech, endearing, artless, kind, The loveliest pattern of a female mind ; Like some fair spirit from the realms of rest, With all her native heaven within her breast; So pure, so good, she scarce can guess at sin, But thinks the world without like that within ; Such melting tenderness, so fond to bless, Her charity...
الصفحة 132 - ... flowers. Some chieftain of the forest wove The blushing card'nals o'er her brow, While by thy waves he breathed his love In many a deep and fervent vow. " How oft, along thy verdant shore, I seek to find some lingering trace Of those who made, in days of yore, Thy banks their favorite hunting-place; — Yet vain the search — no trace is found, To tell that ever dusky maid Or warrior chief hath trod the ground, Where now, perchance, their bones are laid. " Upon thy bonny banks, sweet stream,...
الصفحة 28 - To be, or not to be, that is the question ; Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The stings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And, by opposing, end them...
الصفحة 112 - Like blossom'd trees o'erturn'd by vernal storm, Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay ; And if in death still lovely, lovelier there, Far lovelier ! pity swells the tide of love.
الصفحة 132 - Upon thy tall, o'erhanging elms, Gay birds, with blue and golden breasts, Returned in troops from austral realms, Found colonies of grassy nests. They are protected — guileless birds ! For tender guardians dwell around ; And oft, with keen, reproving words, They drive the huntsman from the ground. In olden days the Indian maid , With braided tresses sought thy bowers, And rifled every sunlit glade To wreathe her locks with scarlet flowers. Some chieftain of the forest wove The blushing card'nals...
الصفحة 131 - ve seen thy silver currents spring From fountains of Castalian dews. A wilder, or more sylvan spot, Ne'er wooed a poet's feet to roam ; Not e'en Calypso's classic grot Would be so fit a fairy's home. The birchen boughs, so interlaced, That scarce the vault of heaven is seen, With pendant vines are wildly graced — An arbor of transcendent green.
الصفحة 64 - lay field to field ;" " and the harp and the viol, the tahret and pipe, and wine, are in their feasts,

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