Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, Bind 8John Sartain, Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart John Sartain & Company, 1851 |
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Side 14
... dear friend , I weave Always a new one . That of yesterday , To - day seems trite . Some varying of my mood , Some chance - thrown light upon the picture caught , Still makes me question if I read aright The limner's meaning . I can ...
... dear friend , I weave Always a new one . That of yesterday , To - day seems trite . Some varying of my mood , Some chance - thrown light upon the picture caught , Still makes me question if I read aright The limner's meaning . I can ...
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... hast made , Thou wilt not do him wrong . Dear Saviour ! whose baptismal dew His infant temples blest , Grant us to meet him at thy feet , And share eternal rest . " But the good beast fell sick at last , 15 MY SON. ...
... hast made , Thou wilt not do him wrong . Dear Saviour ! whose baptismal dew His infant temples blest , Grant us to meet him at thy feet , And share eternal rest . " But the good beast fell sick at last , 15 MY SON. ...
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... dear Mrs. Harris , twelve hours of steady labour , for the SHAKESPEARE . pitiful sum of two and sixpence ; surely , it is hardly just ! " " If I pay the girl all she asks , I don't see why it is not just ! " replied Mrs. Harris , red ...
... dear Mrs. Harris , twelve hours of steady labour , for the SHAKESPEARE . pitiful sum of two and sixpence ; surely , it is hardly just ! " " If I pay the girl all she asks , I don't see why it is not just ! " replied Mrs. Harris , red ...
Side 20
... dear ones - a father- a mother , dependent upon her exertions ; even the little mite she earned from you , may have been of vital importance to them , and of which , my dear Mrs. Harris , you have thus thought- lessly deprived them ...
... dear ones - a father- a mother , dependent upon her exertions ; even the little mite she earned from you , may have been of vital importance to them , and of which , my dear Mrs. Harris , you have thus thought- lessly deprived them ...
Side 22
... dear sister of contentment even for her own lowly lot , could stay at home . Ah , I can just remember , when placed in comparison with the hollow , mother , how , whenever it stormed , you always frivolous scenes to which she was a ...
... dear sister of contentment even for her own lowly lot , could stay at home . Ah , I can just remember , when placed in comparison with the hollow , mother , how , whenever it stormed , you always frivolous scenes to which she was a ...
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Side 369 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Side 330 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies: She drew an angel down.
Side 329 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
Side 50 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Side 395 - BY THE rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
Side 44 - Imports not, if thou reckon right; the rest From Man or Angel the great Architect Did wisely to conceal, and not divulge His secrets, to be scanned by them who ought Rather admire. Or, if they list to try Conjecture, he his fabric of the Heavens Hath left to their disputes — perhaps to move His laughter at their quaint opinions wide...
Side 43 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore When the stormy tempests blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow.
Side 366 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Side 192 - This woman and I, though we came together as poor as poor might be, not having so much household stuff as a dish or spoon betwixt us both; yet this she had for her part — The Plain Man's Pathway to Heaven and The Practice of Piety, which her father had left her when he died.
Side 293 - To-night I saw the sun set : he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind ; And the New-year's coming up, mother, but I shall never see The blossom on the blackthorn, the leaf upon the tree.