The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volume 28Joseph Rogerson |
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... Perhaps she had seen her guardian's approach from her window , for she exhibited no surprise at their request ; but her cheeks were white as eider down , when she desired that they should be ushered to her presence . They went up , and ...
... Perhaps she had seen her guardian's approach from her window , for she exhibited no surprise at their request ; but her cheeks were white as eider down , when she desired that they should be ushered to her presence . They went up , and ...
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... perhaps never thought about it , for he had never known her otherwise . Supper was served , and withdrawing from her side , he gave way to the memories which that scene and those sounds recalled . But a few short years since , and his ...
... perhaps never thought about it , for he had never known her otherwise . Supper was served , and withdrawing from her side , he gave way to the memories which that scene and those sounds recalled . But a few short years since , and his ...
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... perhaps it increased in degree , for love grows rapidly in the soil of a prison . On the gentleman's side it assuredly did ; but it has ever remained in obscurity whether he dared to reveal to the lady the nature of his affection . All ...
... perhaps it increased in degree , for love grows rapidly in the soil of a prison . On the gentleman's side it assuredly did ; but it has ever remained in obscurity whether he dared to reveal to the lady the nature of his affection . All ...
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... Perhaps you may find some of your friends in attend- ance to ensure your flight . I need not tell you that there is a sentinel to the right , so you had better choose a dark night , and watch your op- portunity , by which you may escape ...
... Perhaps you may find some of your friends in attend- ance to ensure your flight . I need not tell you that there is a sentinel to the right , so you had better choose a dark night , and watch your op- portunity , by which you may escape ...
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... perhaps but little capability of resistance . The consciousness of our own wan- derings of heart , our own errors , should make us very gentle and loveful in our judgment of others , and teach us rather to leave all judgment to Him ...
... perhaps but little capability of resistance . The consciousness of our own wan- derings of heart , our own errors , should make us very gentle and loveful in our judgment of others , and teach us rather to leave all judgment to Him ...
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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.