Memoir of Mrs. Mary Reynolds Page

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Riverside Press, 1873 - 183 pages

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Page 9 - But now afflictions bow me down to earth : Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth ; But oh ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination.
Page 63 - 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.
Page 7 - Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give; And in the light of truth thy Bondman let me live!
Page 9 - There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness: For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.
Page 165 - But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things ; Her quiet is secure ; No thorns can pierce her tender feet, Whose life was, like the violet, sweet ; As climbing jasmine, pure — As snowdrop on an infant's grave, Or lily heaving with the wave That feeds it and defends ; As vesper, ere the star hath kissed The mountain top, or breathed the mist That from the vale ascends.
Page 7 - Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong. To humbler functions, awful Power ! I call thee : I myself commend Unto thy guidance from this hour...
Page 92 - Amid the howl of more than wintry storms, The halcyon hears the voice of vernal hours Already on the wing.
Page 9 - Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light.
Page 23 - A loving Heart is the beginning of all Knowledge. This it is that opens the whole mind, quickens every faculty of the intellect to do its fit work, that of knowing; and therefrom, by sure consequence, of vividly uttering forth. Other secret for being "graphic" is there none, worth having: but this is an all-sufficient one.
Page 126 - Ah! Then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw, and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile Amid a world how different from this!

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