The Young Lady's ReaderS. Babcock, 1839 - 458 pages |
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... gaze with pro- found admiration ; for they breathe of holier and happier re- gions beyond the grave . ON THE SPRING . - GRAY . Lo ! where the rosy - bosomed hours , Fair Venus ' train , appear , Disclose the long - expecting flowers ...
... gaze with pro- found admiration ; for they breathe of holier and happier re- gions beyond the grave . ON THE SPRING . - GRAY . Lo ! where the rosy - bosomed hours , Fair Venus ' train , appear , Disclose the long - expecting flowers ...
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... gazing on the western ray , The last sweet worshipper of day . IDLENESS - WILLIS . The rain is playing in soft pleasant tune Fitfully on the skylight , and the shade Of the fast - flying clouds across my book Passes with delicate change ...
... gazing on the western ray , The last sweet worshipper of day . IDLENESS - WILLIS . The rain is playing in soft pleasant tune Fitfully on the skylight , and the shade Of the fast - flying clouds across my book Passes with delicate change ...
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... gaze The day - spring from on high hath poured its blaze , Turn from that pure effulgence , to the beam Of earth - born light , that sheds a treacherous gleam , Luring the wanderer from the star of faith , To the deep valley of the ...
... gaze The day - spring from on high hath poured its blaze , Turn from that pure effulgence , to the beam Of earth - born light , that sheds a treacherous gleam , Luring the wanderer from the star of faith , To the deep valley of the ...
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... gaze— Night gathers on his noontide blaze . Ye posters of the wakeless air ! How silently ye glide Down the unfathomed atmosphere That deep - deep , azure tide ! And thus in giant pomp ye go , On high and reachless range , Above earth's ...
... gaze— Night gathers on his noontide blaze . Ye posters of the wakeless air ! How silently ye glide Down the unfathomed atmosphere That deep - deep , azure tide ! And thus in giant pomp ye go , On high and reachless range , Above earth's ...
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... gazing upon her face , he was amazed to behold that , since the last time he had gazed upon it , a wrinkle had ... gaze upon a face from which before he had drank de- light as from a fountain , he sought excuses to separate himself ...
... gazing upon her face , he was amazed to behold that , since the last time he had gazed upon it , a wrinkle had ... gaze upon a face from which before he had drank de- light as from a fountain , he sought excuses to separate himself ...
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The Young Lady's Reader: Arranged for Examples in Rhetoric, for the Higher ... Mrs. L. C. Tuthill No preview available - 2018 |
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Page 128 - Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested. That is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
Page 51 - 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.
Page 338 - THAT time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 91 - Curse ye Meroz, (said the angel of the Lord,) curse ye bitterly the inhabitants thereof; because they came not to the help of the Lord, to the help of the Lord against the mighty.
Page 150 - Tunes her nocturnal note : thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Page 75 - Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw : Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite...
Page 314 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 350 - I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Page 114 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines How silently! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black — An ebon mass. Methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge!
Page 438 - Farewell, Monsieur Traveller. Look you lisp, and wear strange suits ; disable all the benefits of your own country ; be out of love with your nativity; and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are : or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola.