The Poor Cousin: A Novel, Volume 1T.C. Newby, Parry & Company, 1848 |
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Pagina 95 - Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Pagina 185 - OH never another dream can be Like that early dream of ours, When the fairy Hope lay down to sleep, Like a child, among the flowers.
Pagina 163 - Any one's son but yours,' said Albinia, smiling. 'The connexion would be worse here than anywhere else; but I was not thinking of any one in our rank of life. There are many superior men in trade with whom she might be very happy.
Pagina 23 - She turn'd — and her mother's gaze brought back Each hue of her childhood's faded track. Oh ! hush the song, and let her tears Flow to the dream of her early years ! Holy and pure are the drops that fall When the young bride goes from her father's hall; She goes unto love yet untried and new, She parts from love which hath still been true...
Pagina 37 - s no miniature In her fair face, but is a copious theme Which would, discoursed at large of, make a volume. What clear arch'd brows ! what sparkling eyes ! the lilies Contending with the roses in her cheeks, Who shall most set them off. What ruby lips ! — Or unto what can I compare her neck, But to a rock of crystal ? every limb...
Pagina 84 - Let not my child be a girl, for very sad is the life of a woman. The Prairie. DOWN a broad river of the western wilds, Piercing thick forest glooms, a light canoe Swept with the current : fearful was the speed Of the frail bark, as by a tempest's wing Borne leaf-like on to where the mist of spray Rose with the cataract's thunder. — Yet within...
Pagina 142 - To say thou art beloved by me, But rather felt than heard. I scarcely wish thy heart were won ; Mine own, with such excess, Would like the flower beneath the sun Die with its happiness. I pray for thee on bended knee, But not for mine own sake ; My heart's best prayers are all for thee — It prays itself to break.
Pagina 231 - mid thy hair ; But for thy pride and seeming calm — Thy vainly borne disguise — No rest shall ever soothe thy soul, No friendship glad thine eyes. But lonelier than thy lonely heart Thy very home shall be, Nor gentle smile, nor household voice, Shall e'er seem sweet to thee ; And on from youth to womanhood Thy weary days shall haste, Thy happiest feelings turn'd to gall — Thy life itself a waste ! THE TUNEFUL SPIRIT. WHEN Evening o'er the western hill Her robe of purple and gold has flung ;...