The Young Lady's Cabinet of Gems: A Choice Collection of Pieces in Poetry and Prose |
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... breathing lump of clay . Where is the mind , the reflection , the memory now ? But let that friend be aroused , and all he ever knew is fresh before him , and thought moves on with all its previous power . This seems to solve the ...
... breathing lump of clay . Where is the mind , the reflection , the memory now ? But let that friend be aroused , and all he ever knew is fresh before him , and thought moves on with all its previous power . This seems to solve the ...
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... breath of devotion- Crushing the freshness of every emotion— Hearts like the dead , that are pulseless and cold ? Indolent ! indolent ! -art thou not indolent , Thou who art living unloving and lonely , Wrapped in a pall that will cover ...
... breath of devotion- Crushing the freshness of every emotion— Hearts like the dead , that are pulseless and cold ? Indolent ! indolent ! -art thou not indolent , Thou who art living unloving and lonely , Wrapped in a pall that will cover ...
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... breathing from the wounds Of broken flowers , the echoed part Of long - remembered melodies , whose power Hallows the Past , and soothes the Present hour . GEMS FROM SIMMS . THERE is a secret drawer containing valuables in every human ...
... breathing from the wounds Of broken flowers , the echoed part Of long - remembered melodies , whose power Hallows the Past , and soothes the Present hour . GEMS FROM SIMMS . THERE is a secret drawer containing valuables in every human ...
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... breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees , And from a beaker full of richest dyes , Pouring new glory on the autumn woods , And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds . Morn on the mountain , like a summer bird ...
... breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees , And from a beaker full of richest dyes , Pouring new glory on the autumn woods , And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds . Morn on the mountain , like a summer bird ...
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... breath of pride through those scarcely - parted lips . INTERVIEW WITH A TURKISH PASHA . SOME people had come down to meet us with an invitation from the Pasha , and we wound our way up to the castle . At the gates there were groups of ...
... breath of pride through those scarcely - parted lips . INTERVIEW WITH A TURKISH PASHA . SOME people had come down to meet us with an invitation from the Pasha , and we wound our way up to the castle . At the gates there were groups of ...
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Page 232 - Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day ? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again ? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending...
Page 208 - ... and reprove; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe ; From vain temptations dost set free; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
Page 124 - The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage, The wail of famine in beleaguered towns. The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder, The diapason of the cannonade.
Page 97 - WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.
Page 114 - The time is come. See how he points his eager hand this way ! See how his eyes gloat on thy grief, like a kite's upon the prey ! With all his wit, he little deems, that, spurned, betrayed, bereft, Thy father hath in his despair one fearful refuge left. He little deems that in this hand I clutch what still can save Thy gentle youth from taunts and blows, the portion of the slave ; Yea, and from nameless evil, that passeth taunt and blow — Foul outrage which thou knowest not, which thou shalt never...
Page 62 - Life's newness, and earth's garniture spread out; And when the silver habit of the clouds Comes down upon the autumn sun, and with A sober gladness the old year takes up His bright inheritance of golden fruits, A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene. There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees...
Page 312 - Twa bairns, and but ae heart ! 'Twas then we sat on ae laigh bink, To leir ilk ither lear ; And tones and looks and smiles were shed, Remembered evermair. 1 wonder Jeanie, aften yet, When sitting on that bink, Cheek touchin' cheek, loof locked in loof, What our wee heads could think. When baith bent doun ower ae braid page, Wi' ae buik on our knee, Thy lips were on thy lesson, but My lesson was in thee.
Page 124 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace...
Page 243 - And Jacob said to Rebekah his mother, Behold Esau my brother is a hairy man, and I am a smooth man: my father peradventure will feel me, and I shall seem to him as a deceiver; and I shall bring a curse upon me, and not a blessing.
Page 219 - The Reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child. " They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.