The Young Ladies' Class Book: A Selection of Lessons for Reading, in Prose and VerseGould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1841 - 408 sayfa |
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Sayfa 12
... once its power and its purity . There is not a rank of female society , however high , which does not now pay homage to literature , or that would not blush even at the suspicion of that ignorance , which , a half century ago , was ...
... once its power and its purity . There is not a rank of female society , however high , which does not now pay homage to literature , or that would not blush even at the suspicion of that ignorance , which , a half century ago , was ...
Sayfa 27
... once murmur because the hand of her heavenly Father lies heavy upon her . She is , if possible , more serene , more mild , more gentle , on the bed of disease , than she was in the seasons of health and felicity . So affectionate is she ...
... once murmur because the hand of her heavenly Father lies heavy upon her . She is , if possible , more serene , more mild , more gentle , on the bed of disease , than she was in the seasons of health and felicity . So affectionate is she ...
Sayfa 28
... once , Had not concluded . — Ah ! he wakes ; speak to him . Phys . Madam , do you ; ' tis fittest . Cor How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear . You do me wrong to take me out o ' th ' grave ; Thou art a soul in bliss ...
... once , Had not concluded . — Ah ! he wakes ; speak to him . Phys . Madam , do you ; ' tis fittest . Cor How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear . You do me wrong to take me out o ' th ' grave ; Thou art a soul in bliss ...
Sayfa 35
... once your neighbors and school - fellows , and whom you meet , as you come near to your father's house , either you do not recognize , or you are grieved that they do not recognize you . The woods , which clothed the hills around , and ...
... once your neighbors and school - fellows , and whom you meet , as you come near to your father's house , either you do not recognize , or you are grieved that they do not recognize you . The woods , which clothed the hills around , and ...
Sayfa 36
... once more to embrace , has long been sleeping in the dark and narrow house . Your father's form , how changed ! Of the locks that clustered around his brow , how few remain ! and those few , how thin ! how white ! His full toned and ...
... once more to embrace , has long been sleeping in the dark and narrow house . Your father's form , how changed ! Of the locks that clustered around his brow , how few remain ! and those few , how thin ! how white ! His full toned and ...
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Sayfa 319 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Sayfa 104 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Sayfa 222 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Sayfa 371 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown ; Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Sayfa 42 - Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade and glen. And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home, 4» When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers, whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find...
Sayfa 335 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
Sayfa 368 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Sayfa 334 - Must we but blush?— Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no;— the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one, arise,— we come, we come!
Sayfa 369 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Sayfa 279 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipp'd the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...