Ellen Clifford: Or the Genius of ReformA. Tompkins and B. B. Mussey, 1839 - 142 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 21
... fear for her -she is protected by a talisman from heaven . Her very simplicity is a safeguard . ' Mrs. Clifford could not be soothed . The picture of that pure , unsophisticated child , con- fidingly reposing in the arms of an ...
... fear for her -she is protected by a talisman from heaven . Her very simplicity is a safeguard . ' Mrs. Clifford could not be soothed . The picture of that pure , unsophisticated child , con- fidingly reposing in the arms of an ...
الصفحة 39
... fear I shall not find the poor woman alive . Clement told me this morning that she could not linger many hours , and I should have been down there be- fore this , had there been any one to leave with you . Now papa has come I cannot ...
... fear I shall not find the poor woman alive . Clement told me this morning that she could not linger many hours , and I should have been down there be- fore this , had there been any one to leave with you . Now papa has come I cannot ...
الصفحة 40
... progress over the plain - a better Father will be your guardian through the woods beyond . Return as soon as possible , as your mother will die of her fears . ' The intrepid girl set forward on her mission of charity 40 ELLEN CLIFFORD ; OR.
... progress over the plain - a better Father will be your guardian through the woods beyond . Return as soon as possible , as your mother will die of her fears . ' The intrepid girl set forward on her mission of charity 40 ELLEN CLIFFORD ; OR.
الصفحة 53
... fear niggardliness is sometimes mistaken for prudence , madam . " Blessed are the mer- ciful , " said Jesus , " for they shall obtain mer- cy . " We hope to inherit the promise , Miss Tabby . ' We read in the holy scripture , too , that ...
... fear niggardliness is sometimes mistaken for prudence , madam . " Blessed are the mer- ciful , " said Jesus , " for they shall obtain mer- cy . " We hope to inherit the promise , Miss Tabby . ' We read in the holy scripture , too , that ...
الصفحة 65
... fear not . Father was up with him all night , and till his fever turns , he probably will be no better . I am going down to the farm- house to stay with him through the day , and shall want you to watch with him to - night , if you can ...
... fear not . Father was up with him all night , and till his fever turns , he probably will be no better . I am going down to the farm- house to stay with him through the day , and shall want you to watch with him to - night , if you can ...
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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,