Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, المجلد 7Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart 1850 |
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... true to the music of her mother's voice . Uncle Ned's was now the only remaining forfeit , and as there was no uncertainty about who was to " I know no more than what Mary said when perform the penance , Mary declared that it she ...
... true to the music of her mother's voice . Uncle Ned's was now the only remaining forfeit , and as there was no uncertainty about who was to " I know no more than what Mary said when perform the penance , Mary declared that it she ...
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... true that the symbols I point out to her are of recent intro- duction . They are . I could , as I tell her , look on them with veneration , if they were a mere perpetuation of an ancient observance ; but that I dread the effect of ...
... true that the symbols I point out to her are of recent intro- duction . They are . I could , as I tell her , look on them with veneration , if they were a mere perpetuation of an ancient observance ; but that I dread the effect of ...
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... true , as he has been told , that I make a point of making all my marketings on a Sunday . I tell him that there is not even an oven open on a Sunday in Ambleside , much less a shop ; so that I could not make purchases , if I wished it ...
... true , as he has been told , that I make a point of making all my marketings on a Sunday . I tell him that there is not even an oven open on a Sunday in Ambleside , much less a shop ; so that I could not make purchases , if I wished it ...
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... True hearts answered to the summons ; Forth the stalworth warriors came , And on every spirit - altar , Brightly glowed the battle - flame . Forth they came from cot and hamlet , Forth they came from lordly hall ; Highland chief and ...
... True hearts answered to the summons ; Forth the stalworth warriors came , And on every spirit - altar , Brightly glowed the battle - flame . Forth they came from cot and hamlet , Forth they came from lordly hall ; Highland chief and ...
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... true order and proportion will not be observed ; the true and agreeable combination of colours will not It is manifestly desirable then , and it is clearly feasible , to mix up a philosophical in- telligence with our daily toils ...
... true order and proportion will not be observed ; the true and agreeable combination of colours will not It is manifestly desirable then , and it is clearly feasible , to mix up a philosophical in- telligence with our daily toils ...
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الصفحة 236 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
الصفحة 238 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
الصفحة 242 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
الصفحة 238 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist...
الصفحة 226 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring. Or chasms and wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished They live no longer in the faith of reason...
الصفحة 239 - Tis less of earth than heaven. Her every tone is music's own, Like those of morning birds, And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words; The coinage of her heart are they, And from her lips each flows As one may see the burden'd bee Forth issue from the rose.
الصفحة 241 - Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses ; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home ? Who was her father ? Who was her mother ? Had she a sister ? Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other...
الصفحة 242 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
الصفحة 239 - I know, I know I should not see The season's glorious show, Nor would its brightness shine for me, Nor its wild music flow ; But if, around my place of sleep, The friends I love should come to weep, They might not haste to go. Soft airs, and song, and light and bloom Should keep them lingering by my tomb.
الصفحة 236 - And called her good as fair, For all God ever gave to her She kept with chary care. She kept with care her beauties rare From lovers warm and true, For her heart was cold to all but gold And the rich came not to woo — But honoured well are charms to sell If priests the selling do.