The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Bind 28Joseph Rogerson |
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... kind . ” — The Illustrated London News . " She has learned the secret of writing to the Age by writing about the Age . " - The Critic . " Miss Toulmin generally sings because she has first thought ; and puts the Muse forward only ...
... kind . ” — The Illustrated London News . " She has learned the secret of writing to the Age by writing about the Age . " - The Critic . " Miss Toulmin generally sings because she has first thought ; and puts the Muse forward only ...
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... kind . ” Now where were they ? Tenants of the cold grave. arises from a seat he occupied apart from the others , and leads her to a chair . The parents survey their beautiful offspring with rapture , and cannot sufficiently admire and ...
... kind . ” Now where were they ? Tenants of the cold grave. arises from a seat he occupied apart from the others , and leads her to a chair . The parents survey their beautiful offspring with rapture , and cannot sufficiently admire and ...
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... kind , but his heart , his soul , ere another year has winged its flight , how many was devoted to the beautiful Florence ; and as of those now present , laughing and jesting so he worshipped her , so did the lonely Mary wor - gaily ...
... kind , but his heart , his soul , ere another year has winged its flight , how many was devoted to the beautiful Florence ; and as of those now present , laughing and jesting so he worshipped her , so did the lonely Mary wor - gaily ...
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... kind preserving aid By mortal agency conveyed ; But he , empowered to do its will , Boasts in himself no strength , no skill . To work the feeblest deed of love , Save as implanted from above . And should we in our future days Distrust ...
... kind preserving aid By mortal agency conveyed ; But he , empowered to do its will , Boasts in himself no strength , no skill . To work the feeblest deed of love , Save as implanted from above . And should we in our future days Distrust ...
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... kind- his benevolent purpose even in the very act , he ness how the eyes of his companion grew every withdrew his hand and smiled , while the woman day weaker and weaker , and seemed , to use his passed on with a disappointed air . But ...
... kind- his benevolent purpose even in the very act , he ness how the eyes of his companion grew every withdrew his hand and smiled , while the woman day weaker and weaker , and seemed , to use his passed on with a disappointed air . But ...
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Side 118 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man...
Side 254 - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white; And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light : They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Side 202 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Side 190 - The Cypress and her spire; —Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam Cover a hundred leagues, and seem To set the hills on fire. The Youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds.
Side 137 - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass in the green field.
Side 190 - Her father took another mate ; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill, In thoughtless freedom, bold.
Side 190 - He was a lovely youth ! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he ; And, when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay Upon the tropic sea.
Side 18 - The latter part of his life cannot be remembered but with pity and sadness. He languished some years under that depression of mind which enchains the faculties without destroying them, and leaves reason the knowledge of right without the power of pursuing it.
Side 254 - I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break; But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay, For I'm to be Queen o...
Side 136 - I COME, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.