Eliza Cook's journal, 第 6 卷 |
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... Spirit of the Age Stays and Corsets 303 32 :::: 335 Jests 15 .. 255 Teaching of Women .224 192 80 Love and Constancy Lovers 272 Things lost for ever 32 336 Thinness of Leaf Gold 336 Tiger frightened by a Mouse 287 384 320 Trifles 112 ...
... Spirit of the Age Stays and Corsets 303 32 :::: 335 Jests 15 .. 255 Teaching of Women .224 192 80 Love and Constancy Lovers 272 Things lost for ever 32 336 Thinness of Leaf Gold 336 Tiger frightened by a Mouse 287 384 320 Trifles 112 ...
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... spirits , and very disagreeable things . To some they come only occasionally , to others they form a permanent source of misery , and by all they are dreaded as an evil . Indeed , those who have experienced such disor- ders , generally ...
... spirits , and very disagreeable things . To some they come only occasionally , to others they form a permanent source of misery , and by all they are dreaded as an evil . Indeed , those who have experienced such disor- ders , generally ...
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... spirits they sub- jugated , make them agents to work out benefits for There is a beautiful moral in those old fairy tales which tell us that evil spirits never come over our thresholds unless we invite them , -nay , even drag them in ...
... spirits they sub- jugated , make them agents to work out benefits for There is a beautiful moral in those old fairy tales which tell us that evil spirits never come over our thresholds unless we invite them , -nay , even drag them in ...
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... spirit in which this great evil is to be dealt with ; there is all the power of Christian gentleness in it . " JESTS . Be not scurrilous in conversation , nor satirical in thy jests ; the one will make thee unwelcome to all company ...
... spirit in which this great evil is to be dealt with ; there is all the power of Christian gentleness in it . " JESTS . Be not scurrilous in conversation , nor satirical in thy jests ; the one will make thee unwelcome to all company ...
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... spirit groans , Let Faith's triumphal arch Have " good works ' " corner - stones . ELIZA COOK . DIAMOND DUST . GENIUS lights its own fire , but it is constantly col- lecting materials to keep alive the flame . EVERY difference of ...
... spirit groans , Let Faith's triumphal arch Have " good works ' " corner - stones . ELIZA COOK . DIAMOND DUST . GENIUS lights its own fire , but it is constantly col- lecting materials to keep alive the flame . EVERY difference of ...
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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...