The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volume 28Joseph Rogerson |
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... feel my punishment Not less because I suffer it unbent . That thou wert beautiful , and I not blind , Hath been the ... feeling save the one decay , And every passion into one dilate , As rapid rivers into ocean pour ; But ours is ...
... feel my punishment Not less because I suffer it unbent . That thou wert beautiful , and I not blind , Hath been the ... feeling save the one decay , And every passion into one dilate , As rapid rivers into ocean pour ; But ours is ...
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... feel assured there is none superior in graceful design and beauty of detail in all civilized Europe . Ex- cepting the cathedral of Salisbury , which is nearly of an age and design throughout , the other cathedrals , and indeed most of ...
... feel assured there is none superior in graceful design and beauty of detail in all civilized Europe . Ex- cepting the cathedral of Salisbury , which is nearly of an age and design throughout , the other cathedrals , and indeed most of ...
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... feel it , " answered Ella ; " but I do not - it is a thing on which we cannot reason ; but to me such a thing seems unlike the love or the justice of our great Ruler : yet I cannot deny its possibility ; for if the angels are sent to ...
... feel it , " answered Ella ; " but I do not - it is a thing on which we cannot reason ; but to me such a thing seems unlike the love or the justice of our great Ruler : yet I cannot deny its possibility ; for if the angels are sent to ...
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... feel what she feels . Now the wind bears the full peal of the bells to her ears ; but to her they sound not merry , but solemn - a requiem to the past , not a glad harbinger of the future . Behold ! ' tis the same old Hall we saw but ...
... feel what she feels . Now the wind bears the full peal of the bells to her ears ; but to her they sound not merry , but solemn - a requiem to the past , not a glad harbinger of the future . Behold ! ' tis the same old Hall we saw but ...
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... feel disappointed - the village carpenter . But though only a carpenter , he had received a more than tolerable education , and had availed himself as much as possible of that inestimable blessing to Youth . Perhaps those few who raise ...
... feel disappointed - the village carpenter . But though only a carpenter , he had received a more than tolerable education , and had availed himself as much as possible of that inestimable blessing to Youth . Perhaps those few who raise ...
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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.