Maud Bingley, المجلد 2Bell and Daldy, 1858 |
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الصفحة 224 - ... such as speak wrong. 15 I should utterly have fainted : but that I believe verily to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. 16 O tarry thou the Lord's leisure : be strong, and he shall comfort thine heart; and put thou thy trust in the Lord.
الصفحة 179 - Or is he come to worship her ? She fears, she hopes, she thinks he is ! Advancing stepless, quick, and still, As in the grass a serpent glides, He fascinates her fluttering will, Then terrifies with dreadful strides. At first, there's nothing to resist ; He fights with all the forms of peace ; He comes about her like a mist, With subtle, swift, unseen increase...
الصفحة 159 - TRUE is, that whilome that good Poet sayd, The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne : For a man by nothing is so well bewrayd As by his manners ; in which plaine is showne Of what degree and what race he is growne...
الصفحة 334 - Printed in imitation of the Original Drawings by Birket Foster. " Sundays observe — think, when the bells do chime, 'Tis Angels
الصفحة 265 - tis still The mode of God with his elect Their hopes exactly to fulfil, In times and ways they least expect.
الصفحة 233 - Poor little, pretty, fluttering thing, Must we no longer live together ? And dost thou prune thy trembling wing; To take thy flight thou know'st not whither ? Thy humorous vein, thy pleasing folly Lies all neglected, all forgot : And pensive, wavering, melancholy, Thou dread'st and hop'st thou know'st not what.
الصفحة 79 - Those clouds are angels' robes. — That fiery west Is paved with smiling faces. — I am a woman, And all things bid me love ! my dignity Is thus to cast my virgin pride away, And find my strength in weakness. — Busy brain ! Thou keep'st pace with my heart ; old lore, old fancies, Buried for years, leap from their tombs, and proffer Their magic service to my new-born spirit.
الصفحة 131 - CHURCH. a sunny day, and the morning psalm We sang in the church together ; We felt in our hearts the joy and calm Of the calm and joyous weather. The slow, and sweet, and sacred strain, Through every bosom stealing, Checked every thought that was light and vain, And waked each holy feeling. We knew by its sunny gleam, how clear Was the blue sky smiling o'er us ; And in every pause of the hymn could hear The wild birds
الصفحة 243 - 1 his fine river is said to be distinguished from all others in ' What will they say in England when the story there is told ? ' was the first thought then, as it ever is with our men when fighting; their country's battles abroad. What they did say in England at the time was simply to record the fact of the advance of Lord Wellington's army and the retreat of the French, evidently not appreciating the value and excellence...