Mosaics of Human LifeJ.B. Lippincott & Company, 1866 - 305 pagina's |
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... HEART ... A PICTURE ... NOT A MISTAKE ... JEAN PAUL'S QUESTIONS ... OLD MAIDS ......... SONG OF CASSANDRA .... ..Dinah Muloch . 228 ...... S . Osgood . 230 .... L . E. Landon . 230 ..... J . G. Whittier . 231 ... O . W. Holmes . 232 ...
... HEART ... A PICTURE ... NOT A MISTAKE ... JEAN PAUL'S QUESTIONS ... OLD MAIDS ......... SONG OF CASSANDRA .... ..Dinah Muloch . 228 ...... S . Osgood . 230 .... L . E. Landon . 230 ..... J . G. Whittier . 231 ... O . W. Holmes . 232 ...
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... heart in't . TEMPEST - Act III . , Scene I. I THE LONG PATH . FELT very weak , indeed , ( though of a tolerably robust habit , ) as we came opposite the head of this path on that morning . I think I tried to speak twice without making ...
... heart in't . TEMPEST - Act III . , Scene I. I THE LONG PATH . FELT very weak , indeed , ( though of a tolerably robust habit , ) as we came opposite the head of this path on that morning . I think I tried to speak twice without making ...
Pagina 18
... heart , Kate , is the sun and moon , or rather the sun and not the moon ; for it shines bright and never changes , but keeps its course truly . If thou wouldst have such an one , have me . If thou canst love me for this , take me ; if ...
... heart , Kate , is the sun and moon , or rather the sun and not the moon ; for it shines bright and never changes , but keeps its course truly . If thou wouldst have such an one , have me . If thou canst love me for this , take me ; if ...
Pagina 22
... heart then of Terry McLeare . " Oh , Judy McLeary , you beautiful soul , It's yourself I am thinking of three days and more , But I crooshed down my heart till I felt it was breaking , And then , you persave , I could bear it no more ...
... heart then of Terry McLeare . " Oh , Judy McLeary , you beautiful soul , It's yourself I am thinking of three days and more , But I crooshed down my heart till I felt it was breaking , And then , you persave , I could bear it no more ...
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... heart , how sad the eve flew by , If vainly , midst the motley crew , I sought thy speaking eye ; But mine the merry , merry heart , and thrill of maiden glee , If haply , in a far - off group , I caught one glimpse of thee , Did I mark ...
... heart , how sad the eve flew by , If vainly , midst the motley crew , I sought thy speaking eye ; But mine the merry , merry heart , and thrill of maiden glee , If haply , in a far - off group , I caught one glimpse of thee , Did I mark ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Alfred Tennyson angel anoder baby Bayard Taylor beautiful blessed bloom breast breath bright brow Casa Wappy Caudle cheek cheerful child dark dear Douglas Jerrold dreams eyes face fair father fear feel feet flowers Frederika Bremer gentle Gerald Massey Glen Goethe gone H. W. Longfellow hair hand happy hath head hear heart heaven hope hour husband kiss laugh Leigh Hunt Leopold Schefer life's light lips live Lizzie long path look Lord maiden married Matthew Pryor merry morning mother ne'er never night o'er old maid R. W. Emerson round S. T. Coleridge shine sigh sing smile soft song sorrow soul speak sunshine sweet tears tell thee there's thine things Thomas Hood thou thought Twas umbrella Victor Hugo weep wife William Motherwell Willy woman wonder words young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 304 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And, lo! Creation widened in man's view.
Pagina 153 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Pagina 262 - The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser, men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Pagina 259 - I SAw him once before, As he passed by the door; And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan ; And he shakes his feeble head. That it seems as if he said,
Pagina 188 - Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonour Death has left on her Only the beautiful.
Pagina 163 - Live and laugh, as boyhood can! Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew ; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat: All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod, Made to tread the mills of toil, Up and down in ceaseless moil...
Pagina 154 - A whisper, and then a silence: Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise. A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall! By three doors left unguarded They enter my castle wall ! They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere.
Pagina 156 - Took the face-cloth from the face Yet she neither moved nor wept. Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee — Like summer tempest...
Pagina 187 - One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young and so fair! Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing: Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully. Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly.
Pagina 29 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve ; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight ; She blushed with love, and maiden shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved — she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept — Then suddenly with timorous eye, She fled to me and wept.