The Young Lady's ReaderS. Babcock, 1839 - 458 páginas |
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... feel that we must die away from our home . Tell not the invalid who is yearning after his distant country , that the atmosphere around him is soft ; that the gales are filled with balm ; and the flowers are springing from the green ...
... feel that we must die away from our home . Tell not the invalid who is yearning after his distant country , that the atmosphere around him is soft ; that the gales are filled with balm ; and the flowers are springing from the green ...
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... feel a love Stirring my heart to every living thing , And my low prayer has more humility , And I sink lightlier to my dreams - and this , ' Tis very true , is only idleness ! I love to go and mingle with the young In the gay festal ...
... feel a love Stirring my heart to every living thing , And my low prayer has more humility , And I sink lightlier to my dreams - and this , ' Tis very true , is only idleness ! I love to go and mingle with the young In the gay festal ...
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... feel the strong paternal tie , How like a new existence to his heart Uprose that living flower beneath his eye , Dear as she was , from cherub infancy , From hours when she would round his garden play , To time when as the rip'ning ...
... feel the strong paternal tie , How like a new existence to his heart Uprose that living flower beneath his eye , Dear as she was , from cherub infancy , From hours when she would round his garden play , To time when as the rip'ning ...
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... if oft with thee I feel not rapture wholly ; For aye the heart that's filled with love , Runs o'er in melancholy . To streams that glide in noon , the shade From METAPHOR . 35 METAPHOR Love's Excuse for Sadness, Bulwer,
... if oft with thee I feel not rapture wholly ; For aye the heart that's filled with love , Runs o'er in melancholy . To streams that glide in noon , the shade From METAPHOR . 35 METAPHOR Love's Excuse for Sadness, Bulwer,
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... feel for thee ; I know Thou hast endured the vilest wrong that tyranny In its worst frenzy can inflict ; -yet think , O think before the irrevocable deed Shuts out all thought , how much of power's excess Is theirs who raise the idol ...
... feel for thee ; I know Thou hast endured the vilest wrong that tyranny In its worst frenzy can inflict ; -yet think , O think before the irrevocable deed Shuts out all thought , how much of power's excess Is theirs who raise the idol ...
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Termos e frases comuns
Ajut Anningait arms art thou beauty Beelzebub blessed breath brother called Cath Catharine clouds dark daughter dear death deep delight Deloraine doth dreams Duke F earth Elea Engedi eyes fair Falkenstein father fear feel flowers fool forest forest of Arden friends Ganymede gaze gentle Giblets give glory Glot grace grave hand happiness hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hellespont honor hope hour human human voice Jupiter lady land light live look Lord mighty mind moral morning nature never night noble nymph o'er Ochiltree Orla Orlando Orra passion pleasure Polycarp poor pray Rienzi Rosalind scene seemed Semiramis Sheshbazzar silent Sisera smile soul sound speak spirit stars sweet tears tell thee Theo thine thing thou art thought tion voice wild woman wonder words young youth
Passagens mais conhecidas
Página 128 - Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested. That is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
Página 51 - Haste thee nymph and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles. Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled care derides. And laughter holding both his sides.
Página 338 - THAT time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Página 91 - Curse ye Meroz, (said the angel of the Lord,) curse ye bitterly the inhabitants thereof; because they came not to the help of the Lord, to the help of the Lord against the mighty.
Página 150 - Tunes her nocturnal note : thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Página 75 - Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw : Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite...
Página 314 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 350 - I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Página 114 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines How silently! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black — An ebon mass. Methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge!
Página 438 - Farewell, Monsieur Traveller. Look you lisp, and wear strange suits ; disable all the benefits of your own country ; be out of love with your nativity; and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are : or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola.