The Last Autumn at a Favorite Residence with Other Poems: And Recollections of Mrs. HemansG. and J. Robinson, 1836 - 419 pagina's |
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The Last Autumn at a Favorite Residence With Other Poems: And Recollections ... Mrs Lawrence (rose) Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2019 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 299 - Tell me no more, no more Of my soul's lofty gifts ! Are they not vain To quench its haunting thirst for happiness ? Have I not loved, and striven, and...
Pagina 225 - Thou hast left sorrow in thy song, A voice not loud, but deep ! The glorious bowers of earth among, How often didst thou weep ! Where couldst thou fix on mortal ground Thy tender thoughts and high ? — Now peace the woman's heart hath found, And joy the poet's eye.
Pagina 366 - A seed not lost; — for which, in darker years, O Book of Heaven ! I pour, with grateful tears, Heart blessings on the holy dead and thee ! III.
Pagina 402 - The halls, from old heroic ages grey, Pour their fair children forth ; and hamlets low, With whose thick orchard blooms the soft winds play, Send out their inmates in a happy flow, Like a freed vernal stream...
Pagina 402 - How many blessed groups this hour are bending, Through England's primrose meadow-paths, their way Towards spire and tower...
Pagina 366 - My mother's eyes upon thy page divine, Each day were bent — her accents, gravely mild, Breathed out thy lore : whilst I, a dreamy child...
Pagina 259 - ... his flowers scented the balmy air, felt a mild languor pervade his senses, and having little to do or to care for determined (in imitation of his sun-dial) to efface that little from his thoughts or draw a veil over it, making of his life one long dream of quiet! Horas non numero nisi serenas...
Pagina 243 - I looked upon new books with perfect apathy, when if a friend has sent me a few flowers, my heart has leaped up to their dreamy hues and odours with a sudden sense of renovated childhood, which seems to me one of the mysteries of our being.
Pagina 388 - I sometimes feel my health so deeply prostrated, that I cannot imagine how I am ever to be raised up again. But a greater freedom from those cares, of which I have been obliged to bear up under the whole responsibility, may do much to restore me ; and though my spirits are greatly subdued by long sickness, I feel the powers of my mind in full maturity...
Pagina 390 - A reaction of still more distressing debility, and an increase of other alarming symptoms, followed but too rapidly this temporary revival. " I cannot tell you how much I suffer," was the reluctant confession of a pencilled note to her sister, " nor what a state of utter childlike weakness my poor wasted limbs are reduced to. But my mind is, as I desired Charlie to tell you, in a state of the deepest resignation ; to which is now added a warm thankfulness to God for this His latest mercy.