The Young Lady's ReaderS. Babcock, 1839 - 458 pages |
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... hath been . But why do ye plant ' neath the billows dark The wrecking reef for the gallant bark ? There are snares ... hath twisted her fingers cold , With the mesh of the sea - boy's curls of gold , And the gods of ocean have ...
... hath been . But why do ye plant ' neath the billows dark The wrecking reef for the gallant bark ? There are snares ... hath twisted her fingers cold , With the mesh of the sea - boy's curls of gold , And the gods of ocean have ...
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... hath chosen an evil instrument towards his con- tent : nature did not intend rest to a man by filling of such de- sires . Is that beast better that hath two or three mountains to graze on , than a little bee that feeds on dew or manna ...
... hath chosen an evil instrument towards his con- tent : nature did not intend rest to a man by filling of such de- sires . Is that beast better that hath two or three mountains to graze on , than a little bee that feeds on dew or manna ...
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... 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 shades of death ? What bright exchange ...
... 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 shades of death ? What bright exchange ...
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... fits reflected In a swamp or watery bog ; Bright , as if through ether steering , To the traveler's eye it shone : He hath hailed it re - appearing- And as quickly it is gone ; Gone , as if for ever hidden , Or mis 40 YOUNG LADY'S READER .
... fits reflected In a swamp or watery bog ; Bright , as if through ether steering , To the traveler's eye it shone : He hath hailed it re - appearing- And as quickly it is gone ; Gone , as if for ever hidden , Or mis 40 YOUNG LADY'S READER .
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... Hath had elsewhere its setting , And cometh from afar . Not in entire forgetfulness , And not in utter nakedness , But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God who is our home . 42 COMPARISON . TIME'S SOFTENING POWER . - ROGERS . 4 ...
... Hath had elsewhere its setting , And cometh from afar . Not in entire forgetfulness , And not in utter nakedness , But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God who is our home . 42 COMPARISON . TIME'S SOFTENING POWER . - ROGERS . 4 ...
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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.