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... hope the fragrance of its heart of hearts will not be diminished . The productions of many of our most gifted writers are found within its pages ; and if others appear who are young , and as yet unknown in the literary world , may not ...
... hope the fragrance of its heart of hearts will not be diminished . The productions of many of our most gifted writers are found within its pages ; and if others appear who are young , and as yet unknown in the literary world , may not ...
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... hope ; but her bright face is imprinted upon my heart , and shall be a talisman to preserve me from evil ; and when I have made some necessary arrange- ments about my business , I hope to win her as the mis- tress of my heart and hearth ...
... hope ; but her bright face is imprinted upon my heart , and shall be a talisman to preserve me from evil ; and when I have made some necessary arrange- ments about my business , I hope to win her as the mis- tress of my heart and hearth ...
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... hope had suddenly vanished into thick night . A black , utterless despair covered the earth and the heavens . Her limbs scarcely bore her to her little dark cell , when she flung herself upon the bed and wept aloud in all the desolation ...
... hope had suddenly vanished into thick night . A black , utterless despair covered the earth and the heavens . Her limbs scarcely bore her to her little dark cell , when she flung herself upon the bed and wept aloud in all the desolation ...
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... hope you are comfortable - got a good wife ? " Can't brag much on that score — I was a little too precipitate . " And yet , " Ah - yes - I remember I told you so . Frank , as old age approaches , I confess to you , I some- times wish I ...
... hope you are comfortable - got a good wife ? " Can't brag much on that score — I was a little too precipitate . " And yet , " Ah - yes - I remember I told you so . Frank , as old age approaches , I confess to you , I some- times wish I ...
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... hope on , and trust confidingly in Him who doeth all things well - and who , in his own good time , to the faithful in heart will grant re - union and rest in heaven . And when the pillow is pressed for repose in the long and weary ...
... hope on , and trust confidingly in Him who doeth all things well - and who , in his own good time , to the faithful in heart will grant re - union and rest in heaven . And when the pillow is pressed for repose in the long and weary ...
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Page 120 - TwAs a lovely thought to mark the hours, As they floated in light away, By the opening and the folding flowers, That laugh to the summer's day.
Page 282 - 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...
Page 157 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet...
Page 283 - The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow ; But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen.
Page 66 - And with a sharp, quick cry, as if her heart Were crush'd, she lifted him and held him close Into her bosom — with a mother's thought — As if death had no power to touch him there ! ******* The man of God came forth, and led the child Unto his mother, and went on his way. And he was there — her beautiful — her own — Living and smiling on her — with his arms Folded about her neck, and his warm breath Breathing upon her lips, and in her ear The music of his gentle voice once more ! D2 JEPHTHAH'S...
Page 283 - And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Page 64 - To love when he was slumbering at her side In his unconscious infancy — "— So still! 'Tis a soft sleep ! How beautiful he lies, With his fair forehead, and the rosy veins Playing so freshly in his sunny cheek ! How could they say that he would die ! Oh, God!
Page 65 - Many long years to come, and his fair hair Will darken like his father's, and his eye Be of a deeper blue when he is grown ; And he will be so tall, and I shall look With such a pride upon him! — He to die!
Page 282 - The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again. The...
Page 32 - The historic libraries of Londonderry and Belfast gave him valuable information. He traveled from the South to the North, from the East to the West...