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الصفحة 43
the pacquet from the governor's hands , and read mother of his murdered
nephew seemed to rise to his eagerly , while his eyes glared on it as if they would
view ; her dark hair dishevelled , her eyes flashing fire , devour the lines . Then ,
as the ...
the pacquet from the governor's hands , and read mother of his murdered
nephew seemed to rise to his eagerly , while his eyes glared on it as if they would
view ; her dark hair dishevelled , her eyes flashing fire , devour the lines . Then ,
as the ...
الصفحة 59
darted off with a bounding step and a look towards , piece on the mantel that he
had waited longer than he both the Doctor and Miss Lavinia , which seemed to
say , saw any good reason for . He rubbed his hands brisk“ a fair field and no ...
darted off with a bounding step and a look towards , piece on the mantel that he
had waited longer than he both the Doctor and Miss Lavinia , which seemed to
say , saw any good reason for . He rubbed his hands brisk“ a fair field and no ...
الصفحة 238
Mr. Chauncey was almost a daily witclosing her visit immediately ; but when she
had ness of its increasing height , and certainly not hinted such an intention to
Mrs. Atkins , that lady behind any one in the praise he bestowed on it . seemed so
...
Mr. Chauncey was almost a daily witclosing her visit immediately ; but when she
had ness of its increasing height , and certainly not hinted such an intention to
Mrs. Atkins , that lady behind any one in the praise he bestowed on it . seemed so
...
الصفحة 400
She burst into tears , the view of its entire misery . and between the sobs which
seemed to come from “ Yet I saw her again ; and as the door of her prison . her
soul's depths , I learned , -lean down to me , Ida , - chamber was thrown open to
me ...
She burst into tears , the view of its entire misery . and between the sobs which
seemed to come from “ Yet I saw her again ; and as the door of her prison . her
soul's depths , I learned , -lean down to me , Ida , - chamber was thrown open to
me ...
الصفحة 401
whisper . and a group , in which the very spirit of grief seemed ed he . “ Glory is
opening upon me -- the Redeemerdwelling , were assembled in a chamber of
that mansion precious -- peace ” The tones , grew indistinct - Ida which had seen
so ...
whisper . and a group , in which the very spirit of grief seemed ed he . “ Glory is
opening upon me -- the Redeemerdwelling , were assembled in a chamber of
that mansion precious -- peace ” The tones , grew indistinct - Ida which had seen
so ...
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الصفحة 204 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
الصفحة 130 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
الصفحة 195 - We see in needle-works and embroideries, it is more pleasing to have a lively work upon a sad and solemn ground, than to have a dark and melancholy work upon a lightsome ground : judge therefore of the pleasure of the heart by the pleasure of the eye. Certainly virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed: for Prosperity doth best discover vice, but Adversity doth best discover virtue.
الصفحة 280 - Wherefore, that here we may briefly end, of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world; all things in heaven• and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
الصفحة 147 - And though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do injuriously by licensing and prohibiting to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?
الصفحة 284 - Father, who wouldest not the death of a sinner but rather that he should turn from his wickedness and live...
الصفحة 21 - For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charitable speeches, and to foreign nations, and to the next age.
الصفحة 130 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
الصفحة 88 - The various off rings of the world appear; From each she nicely culls with curious toil, And decks the Goddess with the glitt'ring spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks. And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The Tortoise here and Elephant unite. Transform 'd to combs, the speckled, and the white. Here files of pins extend their shining rows, Puffs, Powders, Patches, Bibles, Billet-doux.
الصفحة 130 - The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye, As the perfumed tincture of the roses ; Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But, for their virtue* only is their show, They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade ; Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
معلومات المراجع
| العنوان | Southern Literary Messenger, المجلد 4 المجلدات 438-441 من American periodical series, 1800-1850 |
| الناشر | T.W. White, 1838 |
| أصلي من | جامعة هارفارد |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 12 آذار (مارس) 2007 |
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