The English Annual, for ..., Volume 4E. Churton, 1837 - Gift books Contents of issues for 1836-38 are reprinted from a popular periodical. |
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... felt that in truth he was rather an object of pity . It happened one day that Hophara wandered in moody meditation far beyond the walls of the city , scarcely knowing whither he went , and what he was seeking . He at length found ...
... felt that in truth he was rather an object of pity . It happened one day that Hophara wandered in moody meditation far beyond the walls of the city , scarcely knowing whither he went , and what he was seeking . He at length found ...
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... felt a kind of charm that held him speechless . As if , however , knowing his thoughts , the old man raised his mild and beautiful eyes from the book in which he was reading , and , fixing them upon Hophara with a pleasing and friendly ...
... felt a kind of charm that held him speechless . As if , however , knowing his thoughts , the old man raised his mild and beautiful eyes from the book in which he was reading , and , fixing them upon Hophara with a pleasing and friendly ...
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... felt that they were spoken with power . Forthwith the lamp in the cavern burned brighter , and cast around them both a light as bright as the sun at mid - day . The old man rose from his seat , and present- ing the book to Hophara he ...
... felt that they were spoken with power . Forthwith the lamp in the cavern burned brighter , and cast around them both a light as bright as the sun at mid - day . The old man rose from his seat , and present- ing the book to Hophara he ...
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... felt that he had actual possession of the book ; yet what use could it be to him in this darkness , for he could not see to write anything therein , and he recollected that the old man had said to him " Whatever be the existing trouble ...
... felt that he had actual possession of the book ; yet what use could it be to him in this darkness , for he could not see to write anything therein , and he recollected that the old man had said to him " Whatever be the existing trouble ...
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... felt it a trouble to him where he then was , yet he thought that it would be a great treasure to him could he but once find his way with it to his own home . He was now under the necessity of using patience and sagacity in order to find ...
... felt it a trouble to him where he then was , yet he thought that it would be a great treasure to him could he but once find his way with it to his own home . He was now under the necessity of using patience and sagacity in order to find ...
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Page 84 - Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around ; When even the deep blue heavens look glad, And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground ? There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren, And the gossip of swallows through all the sky ; The ground-squirrel gaily chirps by his den, And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
Page 82 - All that of good and fair Has gone into thy womb from earliest time, Shall then come forth, to wear The glory and the beauty of its prime.
Page 82 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly seen against the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 81 - Thou hast my better years ; Thou hast my earlier friends, the good, the kind, Yielded to thee with tears — The venerable form, the exalted mind. My spirit yearns to bring The lost ones back — yearns with desire intense, And struggles hard to wring Thy bolts apart, and pluck thy captives thence.
Page 83 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast— The desert and illimitable air— Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 84 - There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree, There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower, And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
Page 83 - And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, 30 In the long way that I must tread alone Will lead my steps aright.
Page 80 - Old empires sit in sulleuness and gloom, And glorious ages gone Lie deep within the shadow of thy womb. Childhood, with all its mirth, Youth, Manhood, Age that draws us to the ground, And last, Man's Life on earth, Glide to thy dim dominions, and are bound.
Page 314 - With eyes cast up unto the maiden's tower, And easy sighs, such as folk draw in love; The stately seats, the ladies bright of hue, The dances short, long tales of great delight, With words and looks that tigers could but rue, Where each of us did plead the other's right...