Variety, Or, Selections and Essays: Consisting of Anecdotes, Curious Facts, Interesting Narratives, with Occasional Reflections |
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... till the Lord sent rain upon the earth . " But great as was this deliverance , it was not the whole recompence of her cha- rity towards a stranger . Some time after , her only son , that dear child for whom she had already suffered so ...
... till the Lord sent rain upon the earth . " But great as was this deliverance , it was not the whole recompence of her cha- rity towards a stranger . Some time after , her only son , that dear child for whom she had already suffered so ...
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... till two cen- turies had elapsed that surnames became general in Eu- rope . Numbers still augmenting , further contrivances were required , and men were known by the profession or business they followed , such as Butcher , Baker ...
... till two cen- turies had elapsed that surnames became general in Eu- rope . Numbers still augmenting , further contrivances were required , and men were known by the profession or business they followed , such as Butcher , Baker ...
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... till the awful thoughts that this situation suggested , cooled his violence ; and when he became calm , he rose and returned to his busi- ness . Could any one in the utmost height of passion , be fully sensible of the shortness and ...
... till the awful thoughts that this situation suggested , cooled his violence ; and when he became calm , he rose and returned to his busi- ness . Could any one in the utmost height of passion , be fully sensible of the shortness and ...
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... till she lost all patience , and forgetting her rank , the delicacy of her sex , and the af- fectionate respect she owed her husband , she rose hasti- ly and gave him a box on the ear . Astonishment was the first emotion he felt , but ...
... till she lost all patience , and forgetting her rank , the delicacy of her sex , and the af- fectionate respect she owed her husband , she rose hasti- ly and gave him a box on the ear . Astonishment was the first emotion he felt , but ...
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... till death released her from a life of misery ; and , from the innocence of her character , we may trust she was admitted into that happy region , where all tears are wiped from the eye , and all sorrows lost in unfading joy . The ...
... till death released her from a life of misery ; and , from the innocence of her character , we may trust she was admitted into that happy region , where all tears are wiped from the eye , and all sorrows lost in unfading joy . The ...
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Page 160 - Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile) Could those few pleasant hours again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Page 160 - My boast is not, that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned and rulers of the earth; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies!
Page 158 - I heard the bell toll'd' on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was.
Page 158 - But gladly, as the precept were her own: And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she. My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss: Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it...
Page 160 - I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Page 157 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...
Page 159 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or...
Page 159 - I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own.
Page 44 - Lo! where this silent marble weeps, A Friend, a Wife, a Mother sleeps: A Heart, within whose sacred cell The peaceful Virtues lov'd to dwell. Affection warm, and Faith sincere, And soft Humanity were there. In agony, in death resign'd, She felt the Wound she left behind.
Page 158 - Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern.