The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volume 28Joseph Rogerson |
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... colour , the too bright eye - beams ; and Ella was once more intrenched in the atmosphere of a thermo- meter - tested room . Her sisters were very sorry , but they were too young to be really depressed ; and her mother was taken up with ...
... colour , the too bright eye - beams ; and Ella was once more intrenched in the atmosphere of a thermo- meter - tested room . Her sisters were very sorry , but they were too young to be really depressed ; and her mother was taken up with ...
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... colour fled swiftly from anguish up to heaven ; the goatherd also looked up to the mountain peak , and there , on the rock where he had been sitting , he saw , glimmering like a distant star , the shining form of the mys terious ...
... colour fled swiftly from anguish up to heaven ; the goatherd also looked up to the mountain peak , and there , on the rock where he had been sitting , he saw , glimmering like a distant star , the shining form of the mys terious ...
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... colour seems a blemish ; the mouth compressed until its expression is half sad , half satirical . She is dressed as if for the revel , and her dark rich velvet drapery gives majesty to her tall , willow - like figure . Why is she here ...
... colour seems a blemish ; the mouth compressed until its expression is half sad , half satirical . She is dressed as if for the revel , and her dark rich velvet drapery gives majesty to her tall , willow - like figure . Why is she here ...
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... colour of iron . But he might have spared himself the trouble - the commandant came not . With that concentrated impatience and profound agitation which dramatize the life of a captive , he awaited for a favourable night ; and at length ...
... colour of iron . But he might have spared himself the trouble - the commandant came not . With that concentrated impatience and profound agitation which dramatize the life of a captive , he awaited for a favourable night ; and at length ...
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... colour flies , Thine own heart would stoutly rise : Jehovah , aid ! Ah , thou fear'st not for thyself ; Spirit bold is thine : But of dearest love and hope Is thy boy the shrine ; And ber afar thou dwellest on , In that distant cot ...
... colour flies , Thine own heart would stoutly rise : Jehovah , aid ! Ah , thou fear'st not for thyself ; Spirit bold is thine : But of dearest love and hope Is thy boy the shrine ; And ber afar thou dwellest on , In that distant cot ...
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Page 118 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man...
Page 254 - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white; And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light : They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Page 202 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Page 190 - The Cypress and her spire; —Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam Cover a hundred leagues, and seem To set the hills on fire. The Youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds.
Page 137 - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass in the green field.
Page 190 - Her father took another mate ; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill, In thoughtless freedom, bold.
Page 190 - He was a lovely youth ! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he ; And, when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay Upon the tropic sea.
Page 18 - The latter part of his life cannot be remembered but with pity and sadness. He languished some years under that depression of mind which enchains the faculties without destroying them, and leaves reason the knowledge of right without the power of pursuing it.
Page 254 - I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break; But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay, For I'm to be Queen o...
Page 136 - I COME, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.