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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I am rich , I have no more enjoyment from my riches than the poor seem to have from their poverty ; though I am high in station and in power , I often envy the slaves who envy me . " 19 " Wouldst thou then become poor and humble ? asked ...
I am rich , I have no more enjoyment from my riches than the poor seem to have from their poverty ; though I am high in station and in power , I often envy the slaves who envy me . " 19 " Wouldst thou then become poor and humble ? asked ...
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... poor man , his daughter , his beautiful daughter is dead ! " said Hophara , in a low tone of voice . " No , " replied the other , " my daughter is not dead , but she is married to a poor man . " " Is that all ? " said Hophara ; " then ...
... poor man , his daughter , his beautiful daughter is dead ! " said Hophara , in a low tone of voice . " No , " replied the other , " my daughter is not dead , but she is married to a poor man . " " Is that all ? " said Hophara ; " then ...
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... poor man , he most graciously received and acknowledged as his son - in - law , and to whom he made many valuable and liberal presents . In an inconceivably short time , however , the money and the valuables which Hophara had given to ...
... poor man , he most graciously received and acknowledged as his son - in - law , and to whom he made many valuable and liberal presents . In an inconceivably short time , however , the money and the valuables which Hophara had given to ...
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... poor man , because he thought that this would be a very light trouble to him , seeing that he had wealth enough of his own , and to spare ; but now he began to discover that he had been endeavouring to get rid of this trouble by making ...
... poor man , because he thought that this would be a very light trouble to him , seeing that he had wealth enough of his own , and to spare ; but now he began to discover that he had been endeavouring to get rid of this trouble by making ...
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... poor porter . One brought him a small glass of liqueur ; another , a little brandy ; a third , some eau de Cologne ; and four or five presented the grand specific , sugar and water . The little violet girl had been before all the rest ...
... poor porter . One brought him a small glass of liqueur ; another , a little brandy ; a third , some eau de Cologne ; and four or five presented the grand specific , sugar and water . The little violet girl had been before all the rest ...
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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...