The Ladies' Reader: Designed for the Use of Ladies' Schools and Family Reading Circles; Comprising Choice Selections from Standard Authors, in Prose and Poetry; with the Essentials Rules of Elocution, Simplified and Arranged for Strictly Practical UseE. H. Butler, 1872 - 425 sider |
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... door and on the grass - plat in front . A small wicket gate opened upon a footpath that wound through some shrubbery at the door . Just as we approached , we heard the sound of music -- Leslie grasped my arm ; we paused and lis- tened ...
... door and on the grass - plat in front . A small wicket gate opened upon a footpath that wound through some shrubbery at the door . Just as we approached , we heard the sound of music -- Leslie grasped my arm ; we paused and lis- tened ...
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... door The wide old woods resounded with her song And fairy laughter all the summer day . She loved her cousin ; such a love was deemed , By the morality of those stern tribes , Too near of kin , and she struggled hard and long Against ...
... door The wide old woods resounded with her song And fairy laughter all the summer day . She loved her cousin ; such a love was deemed , By the morality of those stern tribes , Too near of kin , and she struggled hard and long Against ...
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... door , " O God ! forgive me now ! " And then the orphan , young and blind , Conducted by her brother's hand , Towards the church , through paths unscanned , With tranquil air , her way doth wind . Odors of laurel , making her faint and ...
... door , " O God ! forgive me now ! " And then the orphan , young and blind , Conducted by her brother's hand , Towards the church , through paths unscanned , With tranquil air , her way doth wind . Odors of laurel , making her faint and ...
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... door ; And when , beneath her feet , the unhappy maid Crushes the laurel near the house immortal , And with her head , as Paul talks on again , Touches the crown of filigrane Suspended from the low - arched portal , No more restrained ...
... door ; And when , beneath her feet , the unhappy maid Crushes the laurel near the house immortal , And with her head , as Paul talks on again , Touches the crown of filigrane Suspended from the low - arched portal , No more restrained ...
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... door . Is it likely God with angels singing round Him , Hears , our weeping any more ? Two words , indeed , of praying we remember ; And at midnight's hour of harm , " Our Father ! " looking upward in our chamber , We say softly for a ...
... door . Is it likely God with angels singing round Him , Hears , our weeping any more ? Two words , indeed , of praying we remember ; And at midnight's hour of harm , " Our Father ! " looking upward in our chamber , We say softly for a ...
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Side 151 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Side 152 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Side 111 - Haste thee nymph and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles. Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled care derides. And laughter holding both his sides.
Side 28 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
Side 269 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Side 285 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night.
Side 416 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives ; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Side 113 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse ; Such as the meeting soul may pierce. In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, 140 With wanton heed and giddy cunning; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Side 268 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.
Side 127 - The blackbird in the summer trees, The lark upon the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. " With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free : " But we are pressed by heavy laws And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy, because We have been glad of yore.