The Young Ladies' Class Book: A Selection of Lessons for Reading, in Prose and VerseGould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1841 - 408 páginas |
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... Passing Away 16. The Death of the Flowers 17. The Autumn Evening . 18. Autumn Woods 22. The First Wanderer 24. Consumption 27. Elysium 28. Better Moments 32. The Common Lot . 33. The Deserted Wife 34. The Last Man .... 38. Evening ...
... Passing Away 16. The Death of the Flowers 17. The Autumn Evening . 18. Autumn Woods 22. The First Wanderer 24. Consumption 27. Elysium 28. Better Moments 32. The Common Lot . 33. The Deserted Wife 34. The Last Man .... 38. Evening ...
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... pass . And the bright waters - they , too , hear thy call , Spring , the awakener ! thou hast burst their sleep ! Amidst the hollows of the rocks their fall Makes melody , and in the forests deep , Where sudden sparkles and blue gleams ...
... pass . And the bright waters - they , too , hear thy call , Spring , the awakener ! thou hast burst their sleep ! Amidst the hollows of the rocks their fall Makes melody , and in the forests deep , Where sudden sparkles and blue gleams ...
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... passes , not expires . LESSON VI . Contrasted Soliloquies . - JANE TAYLOR . " ALAS ! " exclaimed a silver - headed sage , " how narrow is the utmost extent of human science ! -how circum- scribed the sphere of intellectual exertion ! I ...
... passes , not expires . LESSON VI . Contrasted Soliloquies . - JANE TAYLOR . " ALAS ! " exclaimed a silver - headed sage , " how narrow is the utmost extent of human science ! -how circum- scribed the sphere of intellectual exertion ! I ...
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... which she is doomed to pass ; and she arms her mind with fortitude , that she may endure , with resolution and cheerfulness , the severest trials . When sickness and distress at last come , she submits 26 YOUNG LADIES ' CLASS BOOK .
... which she is doomed to pass ; and she arms her mind with fortitude , that she may endure , with resolution and cheerfulness , the severest trials . When sickness and distress at last come , she submits 26 YOUNG LADIES ' CLASS BOOK .
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... , invites us forth , that we may see , for ourselves , how the fashion of this world is passing away , in regard to the dress in which it so lately is gone . presented itself to our view . The YOUNG LADIES ' CLASS BOOK . 33.
... , invites us forth , that we may see , for ourselves , how the fashion of this world is passing away , in regard to the dress in which it so lately is gone . presented itself to our view . The YOUNG LADIES ' CLASS BOOK . 33.
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Página 319 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Página 104 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Página 222 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Página 371 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown ; Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Página 42 - Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade and glen. And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home, 4» When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers, whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find...
Página 335 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
Página 368 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Página 334 - Must we but blush?— Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no;— the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one, arise,— we come, we come!
Página 369 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Página 279 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipp'd the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...