Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, 第 8 卷John Sartain, Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart John Sartain & Company, 1851 |
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... fear , And from imagined coldness shrank With ill - dissembled tear . Ah ! weak and selfish earthly grief ! Restrain thy tides ! Be still ! When He who lent reclaims his loan , Revere the Unerring Will . Father ! I yield him back to ...
... fear , And from imagined coldness shrank With ill - dissembled tear . Ah ! weak and selfish earthly grief ! Restrain thy tides ! Be still ! When He who lent reclaims his loan , Revere the Unerring Will . Father ! I yield him back to ...
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... fear , my dear friend , you have unintentionally done a cruel deed ! " said Mrs. Mayhew . " It is a very difficult thing for a poor young girl to obtain a new situation . Men can rough and battle with the world , but with the friendless ...
... fear , my dear friend , you have unintentionally done a cruel deed ! " said Mrs. Mayhew . " It is a very difficult thing for a poor young girl to obtain a new situation . Men can rough and battle with the world , but with the friendless ...
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... fear I must ask permission to return . " littered up with work , and I choose the chil- dren to be kept here . " " Very well , " said the girl with the same sad smile , " I dare say I shall get used to it . If you please , I think I ...
... fear I must ask permission to return . " littered up with work , and I choose the chil- dren to be kept here . " " Very well , " said the girl with the same sad smile , " I dare say I shall get used to it . If you please , I think I ...
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... fear , dear mother , ere I am able to secure another situation , you will suffer for my little earn- ings . " " God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb , ' my love , " answered Mrs. Chilson , kissing her . " Let us not forget that others ...
... fear , dear mother , ere I am able to secure another situation , you will suffer for my little earn- ings . " " God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb , ' my love , " answered Mrs. Chilson , kissing her . " Let us not forget that others ...
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... fear . " " Why , Leonard , I have waited for you this half hour ! " cried his pretty sister Ida , meeting him . " Do you forget , truant , that you en- met my eyes ! -would that I could trace it ! " " And where , my very sensitive ...
... fear . " " Why , Leonard , I have waited for you this half hour ! " cried his pretty sister Ida , meeting him . " Do you forget , truant , that you en- met my eyes ! -would that I could trace it ! " " And where , my very sensitive ...
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第369页 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
第330页 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies: She drew an angel down.
第329页 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
第50页 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
第395页 - BY THE rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
第44页 - Imports not, if thou reckon right; the rest From Man or Angel the great Architect Did wisely to conceal, and not divulge His secrets, to be scanned by them who ought Rather admire. Or, if they list to try Conjecture, he his fabric of the Heavens Hath left to their disputes — perhaps to move His laughter at their quaint opinions wide...
第43页 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore When the stormy tempests blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow.
第366页 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
第192页 - This woman and I, though we came together as poor as poor might be, not having so much household stuff as a dish or spoon betwixt us both; yet this she had for her part — The Plain Man's Pathway to Heaven and The Practice of Piety, which her father had left her when he died.
第293页 - To-night I saw the sun set : he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind ; And the New-year's coming up, mother, but I shall never see The blossom on the blackthorn, the leaf upon the tree.