Ellen DurandMoore, Wilstach, Keys & Company, 1855 - 228 páginas |
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Página 94 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Página 94 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, when we were first acquaint, Your locks were like the raven, your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your head's turn'd bauld, John, your locks are like the snaw, Yet blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo.
Página 212 - And full of hope he reached his native shore. Vain hope that puts its trust in human life ! For, ere he came, the number of her days Was full. O Reader ! what a world were this, How unendurable its weight, if they Whom death hath sundered did not meet again ! KESWICK, 1810.
Página 107 - I ever be married it shall be to an old man ; they always make the best husbands ; and it is better to be an old man's darling than a young man's warling.
Página 153 - That must be hers, when thou art gone? That I can live, and let thee go, Who art my life itself ? — No, no — When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart must perish too! Then turn to me, my own love, turn, Before like thee I fade and burn ; Cling to these yet cool lips, and share The last pure life that lingers there!
Página 109 - To-day, the forest leaves are green, They'll wither on the morrow, And the maiden's laugh be changed ere long To the widow's wail of sorrow. Come with the winter snows, and ask Where are the forest birds? The answer is a silent one, More eloquent than words.
Página 63 - I began to think that he was assuming prerogatives to himself, over me, that he had no right to do — that he had no right to reply to me in such a bluff way.
Página 71 - When honest industry raises a family to opulence and honors, its very original lowness sheds luster on its elevation.
Página 37 - Augustus declared that he had education enough — he thought it was time for him to go out into the world again...