Destiny; or, The chief's daughter, Volumes 1-2

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Carey and Lea, 1831
 

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Página 83 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Página 19 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Página 124 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest flow'ret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Página 85 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all: And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Página 214 - To church, and heard a good sermon of Mr. Gifford's at our church, upon " Seek ye first the kingdom of Heaven and its righteousness, and all things shall be added to you." A very excellent and persuasive, good and moral sermon. He showed, like a wise man, that righteousness is a surer moral way of being rich, than sin and villainy.
Página 91 - Of choiring Seraphim — delights to hear; It is the music of the heart, the voice Of venerable age, — of guileless youth, In kindly circle seated on the ground Before their wicker door : Behold the man ! The grandsire and the saint ; his silvery locks Beam in the parting ray ; before him lies, Upon the smooth-cropt sward, the open book, His comfort, stay, and ever new-delight ; While, heedless, at a side, the lisping boy Fondles the lamb that nightly shares his couch.
Página 106 - Oh sacred sorrow ! by whom souls are tried, Sent not to punish mortals, but to guide ; If thou art mine, (and who shall proudly dare To tell his Maker, he has had his share ?) Still let me feel for what thy pangs are sent, And be my guide and not my punishment...
Página 77 - ... oblivion of it. For some months the cloud seemed to grow thicker and thicker. The lines in Coleridge's Dejection — I was not then acquainted with them — exactly describe my case: A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear, A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief. Which finds no natural outlet or relief In word, or sigh, or tear.
Página 213 - Thus, I ended this month with the greatest joy that ever I did any in my life, because I have spent the greatest part of it with abundance of joy, and honour, and pleasant journeys, and brave entertainments, and without cost of money ; and at last live to see the business ended with great content on all sides.
Página 84 - ... and thy song is lovely ! It is lovely, O Malvina! but it melts the soul. There is a joy in grief when peace dwells in the breast of the sad.

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