Eliza Cook's journal, 第 6 卷 |
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... Feeling Water 220 286 77 286 ./ 221 :: 126 .. 285 77 221 287 220 .. 78 .. 127 125 .. 407 Cooking for a Husband Mechanics ' Institutes 86 We do not know each other 285 .. 29 Courage and Endurance Midnight Mower .. 178 Singing Rooms and ...
... Feeling Water 220 286 77 286 ./ 221 :: 126 .. 285 77 221 287 220 .. 78 .. 127 125 .. 407 Cooking for a Husband Mechanics ' Institutes 86 We do not know each other 285 .. 29 Courage and Endurance Midnight Mower .. 178 Singing Rooms and ...
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... feeling on the part of the people everywhere prevalent . Hope seemed to have taken adieu of them , and their thoughts were all across the Atlantic , where they wished to be . Many had gone , many more were going , and a still greater ...
... feeling on the part of the people everywhere prevalent . Hope seemed to have taken adieu of them , and their thoughts were all across the Atlantic , where they wished to be . Many had gone , many more were going , and a still greater ...
第6页
... feelings which were new and sweet , and which he wondered much at not having felt during the year of existence which ... feeling that those we love are ours , -they buried themselves in the depths of the magnificent forest , -a forest ...
... feelings which were new and sweet , and which he wondered much at not having felt during the year of existence which ... feeling that those we love are ours , -they buried themselves in the depths of the magnificent forest , -a forest ...
第7页
... feeling , " I am out for the day with a lady , as you see . It is the anniversary of my wedding - day , and I came down for a tête - à - tête expedition with my wife . I think I could not have done better . " All the married ladies ...
... feeling , " I am out for the day with a lady , as you see . It is the anniversary of my wedding - day , and I came down for a tête - à - tête expedition with my wife . I think I could not have done better . " All the married ladies ...
第15页
... feeling , that we do not know where we are , and what is vice and what is virtue . But here are the brief stern words , ' Go , and sin no more ; ' but , at the same time , there is an infinite consideration for the criminal , not ...
... feeling , that we do not know where we are , and what is vice and what is virtue . But here are the brief stern words , ' Go , and sin no more ; ' but , at the same time , there is an infinite consideration for the criminal , not ...
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第323页 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
第323页 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay. That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters. Not from the bards sublime. Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
第342页 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver, But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river ; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran.
第37页 - Here's flowers for you: Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram ; The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, And with him rises, weeping; these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age.
第128页 - For want of a nail, the shoe was lost, For want of a shoe, the horse was lost, For want of a horse, the rider was lost, For want of a rider, the battle was lost.
第83页 - Lines Written in Early Spring I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
第342页 - Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurred by contumely, Cold inhumanity, Burning insanity, Into her rest, — Cross her hands humbly, As if praying dumbly, Over her breast! Owning her weakness, Her evil behaviour, And leaving, with meekness, Her sins to her Saviour!
第36页 - And they answered the angel of the Lord that stood among the myrtle trees, and said, 'We have walked to and fro through the earth, and, behold, all the earth sitteth still, and is at rest.
第108页 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
第225页 - The silent majesty of these deep woods, Its presence shall uplift thy thoughts from earth, As to the sunshine and the pure, bright air Their tops the green trees lift. Hence gifted bards Have ever loved the calm and quiet shades. For them there was an eloquent voice in all The sylvan pomp of woods, the golden sun, The flowers, the leaves, the river on its way, Blue skies, and silver clouds, and gentle winds...