Moral Pieces: In Prose and VerseSheldon & Goodwin, 1815 - 267 sider |
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... leaves were closely curl'd , And pale its infant gem . And yet , a benefactress kind The lonely stranger ey❜d- And lov'd , and watch'd the humble plant , Which few had lov'd beside . She hid it from the chilling storms , For storms its ...
... leaves were closely curl'd , And pale its infant gem . And yet , a benefactress kind The lonely stranger ey❜d- And lov'd , and watch'd the humble plant , Which few had lov'd beside . She hid it from the chilling storms , For storms its ...
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... Had settled o'er that gloomy deep , Nor slightest breath her bosom cheer'd , Her own soft wings alone she heard . But still that fearful dove preserv'd , With unabating care , The olive leaf - the type of peace All fragrant 16.
... Had settled o'er that gloomy deep , Nor slightest breath her bosom cheer'd , Her own soft wings alone she heard . But still that fearful dove preserv'd , With unabating care , The olive leaf - the type of peace All fragrant 16.
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In Prose and Verse Lydia Howard Sigourney. The olive leaf - the type of peace All fragrant , fresh , and fair . With pain her weary wing she stretch'd Over the billows wide , And oft her panting bosom dropp'd Upon the briny tide . The ...
In Prose and Verse Lydia Howard Sigourney. The olive leaf - the type of peace All fragrant , fresh , and fair . With pain her weary wing she stretch'd Over the billows wide , And oft her panting bosom dropp'd Upon the briny tide . The ...
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... leaves , From the touch of the tenderest hand ? Hast thou seen the young Aspen that trembles and sighs , On the breath of the lingering wind ? Oh ! these are but emblems , imperfect and faint , Of the shrinking and sensitive mind ...
... leaves , From the touch of the tenderest hand ? Hast thou seen the young Aspen that trembles and sighs , On the breath of the lingering wind ? Oh ! these are but emblems , imperfect and faint , Of the shrinking and sensitive mind ...
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... leaves should breathe , Then sigh for her ; and when you bloom Scatter your fragrance on her tomb . But should you , smit with terror , cast Your infant foliage on the blast , Or faint beneath the vertic heat , Or shrink when wintry ...
... leaves should breathe , Then sigh for her ; and when you bloom Scatter your fragrance on her tomb . But should you , smit with terror , cast Your infant foliage on the blast , Or faint beneath the vertic heat , Or shrink when wintry ...
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Adieu ANTISTHENES beauty bend blast bloom BOOK OF AMOS bosom breast breath broken frame brow cast cell cloud cold dark death deep duty earth earthly errors faded fair fair brow favourable fear feel gaze gentle glance glowing grace grateful hand hast heart heaven holy hope hour knowledge light lonely longest day lov'd lyre meek memory mind MONTEVIDEO morning mourn never night o'er ourselves pain passion path peace plant pow'r prayer prest pride pure rapture realm of joy rest rise rose rove savage nations Saw thro scene secret seek seem'd seraph shade shrinking sigh silent skies sleep smile soft sorrow soul spirit spread star storms stranger's heart stream sunk sweet tears tempest thee thine thou thought thro toil treach trembling Turkish crescent vanity virtue voice wake weak wild wisdom wound young youth
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Side 178 - I again saw this child when the lamp of reason first dawned in its mind. Its soul was gentle and peaceful ; its eye sparkled with joy, as it looked round on this good and pleasant world. It ran swiftly in the ways of knowledge ; it bowed its ear to instruction ; it stood like a lamb before 'its teachers. It was not proud, or envious, or stubborn ; and it had never heard of the vices and vanities of the world. And when I looked upon it, I remembered that our Saviour had said, "Except ye become as...
Side 99 - If the spring put forth no blossoms, in summer there will be no beauty, and in autumn, no fruit: so, if youth be trifled away without improvement, manhood will probably be contemptible, and old age miserable.
Side 175 - What a piece of work is man ! how noble in reason ! how infinite in faculties ! in form and moving how express and admirable ! in action how like an angel ! in apprehension how like a god...
Side 180 - ... of violence had broken, I looked earnestly at the spot where it grew, and my soul received instruction. And I said, Let her who is full of beauty and admiration, sitting like the queen of flowers in majesty among the daughters of women, let her watch lest vanity enter her heart, beguiling her to rest proudly upon her own strength ; let her remember that she standeth upon slippery places, " and be not high-minded, but fear.
Side 63 - If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away...
Side 176 - I have seen a beautiful female treading the first stages of youth, and entering joyfully into the pleasures of life. The glance of her eye was variable and sweet ; and on her cheek trembled something like the first blush of the morning ; her lips moved, and there was...
Side 160 - The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity ; but a wounded spirit who can bear ? 15 The heart of the prudent getteth knowledge ; and the ear of the wise seeketh knowledge.
Side 78 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Side 177 - They covered her with the damp soil and the cold clods of the valley; and the worms crowded into her silent abode. Yet one sad mourner lingered, to cast himself upon the grave; and. as he wept he said, " There is no beauty, or grace, or loveliness, that continueth in man; for this is the end of all his glory and perfection.
Side 162 - He that hath no rule over his own spirit is like a city that is broken down, and without walls.