Marion Harland's Autobiography: The Story of a Long Life

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Harper & Brothers, 1910 - 497 pagina's
 

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Pagina 199 - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears , Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept And sleeping when she died.
Pagina 349 - Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits ; camphire with spikenard, Spikenard and saffron ; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices : A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
Pagina 299 - My days are gliding swiftly by, and I a pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them as they fly, those hours of toil and danger...
Pagina 410 - THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given There is a joy for souls distressed, A balm for every wounded breast, 'Tis found above, in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls By sin and sorrow driven; When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear but heaven.
Pagina 475 - Over my heart, in the days that are flown, No love like mother-love ever has shone; No other worship abides and endures,— Faithful, unselfish, and patient, like yours: None like a mother can charm away pain From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.
Pagina 282 - ... of man: in each of her eyes sat a devil. These evil forces bore her through the tragedy, kept up her feeble strength - for she was but a frail creature; and as the action rose and the stir deepened, how wildly they shook her with their passions of the pit! They wrote HELL on her straight, haughty brow. They tuned her voice to the note of torment. They writhed her regal face to a demoniac mask. Hate and Murder and Madness incarnate she stood.
Pagina 281 - ... an inordinate will, convulsing a perishing mortal frame, bent it to battle with doom and death, fought every inch of ground, sold...
Pagina 136 - Was singing to himself this tune: — Get out of the way, you're all unlucky Clear the track for Old Kentucky!
Pagina 109 - AWAKE, awake; put on thy strength, O Zion; put on thy beautiful garments, O Jerusalem, the holy city : for henceforth there shall no more come into thee the uncircumcised and the unclean. Shake thyself from the dust ; arise, and sit down, O Jerusalem : loose thyself from the bands of thy neck, O captive daughter of Zion.
Pagina 173 - I am against it for the safe of the whites, my own race. I see young and powerful commonwealths around us, with whom, while we carry the burthen of slavery, we can never contend in power, and yet with whom we must prepare to contend with...

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