Memorias de los vireyes que han gobernado el Perú: durante el tiempo del coloniaje español : Impresas de orden suprema, Volume 4

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Page 354 - The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Page 417 - Then Mrs Gilpin sweetly said Unto her children three, "I'll clamber o'er this style so high, And you climb after me." But having climb'd unto the top, She could no further go, But sate, to every passer by A spectacle and show : Who said " Your spouse and you this day Both show your horsemanship, And if you stay till he comes back, Your horse will need no whip.
Page 5 - Might verse of mine inspire One virtuous aim, one high resolve impart ; Light in one drooping soul a hallowed fire. Or bind one broken heart. — Death would be sweeter then, More calm my slumber 'neath the silent sod . Might I thus live to bless my fellow-men, Or glorify my God...
Page 372 - God might have made the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak tree and the cedar tree, Without a flower at all.
Page 130 - WOULD you be young again ? So would not I — One tear to memory given, Onward I'd hie. Life's dark flood forded o'er, All but at rest on shore, Say, would you plunge once more, With home so nigh ? If you might, would you now Retrace your way ? Wander through thorny wilds, Faint and astray?
Page 5 - I want not vulgar fame, I seek not to survive in brass or stone ; Hearts may not kindle when they hear my name, Nor tears my value own. But might I leave behind Some blessing for my fellows, some fair trust To guide, to cheer, to elevate my kind, When I was in the dust. Within my narrow bed Might I not wholly mute or useless be, But hope that they who trampled o'er my head Drew still some good from me ! Death would be sweeter then, More calm my slumber 'neath the silent sod, Might I thus live to...
Page 387 - Where do you come from, and where are you going ?" " The first question I can answer," said Horse Shoe, " and that is, from Old Virginny, a fortnight ago, but, to-night, from a tolerable snug lodging, where some onmannerly fellows troubled our sleep. But as to where we're going, it's more likely you can tell that for us.
Page i - ... sweet lamps of earth, The nine fair daughters of Almighty Jove, Who all the passage dark to death from birth Lead wandering souls with their bright beams of love. Through cares of mortal life, through pain and woe, The tender solace of their counsel saves ; The healing secrets of their songs forego Despair ; and when we tremble at the waves Of life's wild sea of murk incertitude, Their gentle touch upon the helm is pressed, Their hand points out the beacon-star of good, Where we shall make our...
Page 363 - SAD Mayflower ! watched by winter stars, And nursed by winter gales, With petals of the sleeted spars, And leaves of frozen sails ! What had she in those dreary hours, Within her ice-rimmed bay, In common with the wild-wood flowers, The first sweet smiles of May ? Yet,
Page 14 - Navies may sink amid its wild commotion, These humble toilers ne'er their work give o'er. And who shall say the feeblest thought avails not To bind the shifting sands upon life's beach ? Some heart may treasure what we've long forgot, The faintest word some soul with power may reach.

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