A woman's story, Bind 3;Bind 5581857 |
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... repeated Helen , looking so sweet and simple , " oh ! dear no ! what could you do there ? " • The poor lady seemed so disappointed ! But I must say a little more about Mrs. Joseph Greene , for since her sun went down . calmly , and with ...
... repeated Helen , looking so sweet and simple , " oh ! dear no ! what could you do there ? " • The poor lady seemed so disappointed ! But I must say a little more about Mrs. Joseph Greene , for since her sun went down . calmly , and with ...
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... unto their natures , and shout to each other in the storms and tem- pests . It may be , you could not hear their voices yet ; and , if so , we will treat you as • the butterfly . " And he repeated in his 36 A WOMAN'S STORY .
... unto their natures , and shout to each other in the storms and tem- pests . It may be , you could not hear their voices yet ; and , if so , we will treat you as • the butterfly . " And he repeated in his 36 A WOMAN'S STORY .
Side 37
... repeated the fragment . He did not give Helen , who stood before him like a child waiting on in- struction , another look or word ; but loomed heavily and slowly into another room , mur- muring- " Sweet childish days , that were as long ...
... repeated the fragment . He did not give Helen , who stood before him like a child waiting on in- struction , another look or word ; but loomed heavily and slowly into another room , mur- muring- " Sweet childish days , that were as long ...
Side 66
... within his , walked into the conservatory , and after sundry coquettings with the bird , who whirled round upon her perch , and holding down her head , slighly listened while the Maestro repeated . " 66 A WOMAN'S STORY .
... within his , walked into the conservatory , and after sundry coquettings with the bird , who whirled round upon her perch , and holding down her head , slighly listened while the Maestro repeated . " 66 A WOMAN'S STORY .
Side 67
Anna Maria Hall. head , slighly listened while the Maestro repeated . " Come - come - Pretty Polly Hopkins , how do you do ? " But she made no reply , twisting and twitching , and rocking herself along her perch . " And so you won't sing ...
Anna Maria Hall. head , slighly listened while the Maestro repeated . " Come - come - Pretty Polly Hopkins , how do you do ? " But she made no reply , twisting and twitching , and rocking herself along her perch . " And so you won't sing ...
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Side 102 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Side 225 - Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapours; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Side 37 - This plot of orchard-ground is ours ; My trees they are, my Sister's flowers ; Here rest your wings when they are weary ; Here lodge as in a sanctuary ! Come often to us, fear no wrong ; Sit near us on the bough ! We'll talk of sunshine and of song, And summer days, when we were young ; Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now.
Side 102 - A something, light as air- — a look, A word unkind or wrongly taken — Oh ! love that tempests never shook, A breath, a touch like this has shaken...
Side 156 - That flows in vain o'er all my soul held dear, 1 may look back on every sorrow past, And meet life's peaceful evening with a smile ;— As some lone bird, at day's departing hour, Sings in the sunbeam, of the transient shower Forgetful, though its wings are wet the while ;— Yet ah ! how...
Side 103 - A breath, a touch like this hath shaken. And ruder words will soon rush in To spread the breach that words begin ; And eyes forget the gentle ray They wore in courtship's smiling day ; And voices lose the tone that shed A tenderness round all they said; Till fast declining, one by one, The sweetnesses of love are gone, And hearts, so lately mingled, seem Like broken clouds, — or like the stream, That smiling left the mountain's brow As though its waters ne'er could sever, Yet, ere it reach the...
Side 70 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Side 124 - Ah ! think not, hope not, fool, to find A friend in me. " By all the terrors of the tomb, Beyond the power of tongue to tell...
Side 86 - SOME dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions ; Yet others of our most romantic schemes Are something more than fictions. It might be only on enchanted ground ; It might be merely by a thought's expansion ; But in the spirit, or the flesh, I found An old deserted mansion. A residence for woman, child, and man, A dwelling-place — and yet no habitation ; A house — but under some prodigious ban Of excommunication. Unhinged...