The Prose and Poetry of Europe and America: Consisting of Literary Gems and Curiosities, and Containing the Choice and Beautiful Productions of Many of the Most Popular Writers of the Past and Present Age ...Leavitt & Allen, 1845 - 600 pages |
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... Froben . He picture - dealers , and have no interest to misrepresent the had been in town about six months , and used to come age of this picture . But unless I am greatly deceived , I into the gardens every day at two o'clock precisely ...
... Froben . He picture - dealers , and have no interest to misrepresent the had been in town about six months , and used to come age of this picture . But unless I am greatly deceived , I into the gardens every day at two o'clock precisely ...
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... Froben was surprised , and hesitated a little as he an- swered , “ I admit it has peculiar merit in my eyes — for— since as there is something in it which I greatly ad- mire . " The Spaniard looked at him inquiringly , and Froben added ...
... Froben was surprised , and hesitated a little as he an- swered , “ I admit it has peculiar merit in my eyes — for— since as there is something in it which I greatly ad- mire . " The Spaniard looked at him inquiringly , and Froben added ...
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... Froben , " what must it not have cost you ! In truth , it was a hard trial . ” " It was , indeed ! " said the old man , smiling bitterly . " At first , I thought the wound would never heal ; but time does wonders , my young friend ! I ...
... Froben , " what must it not have cost you ! In truth , it was a hard trial . ” " It was , indeed ! " said the old man , smiling bitterly . " At first , I thought the wound would never heal ; but time does wonders , my young friend ! I ...
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... Froben , with a smile ; " and I always told you that with your romantic fancies of ideal perfection , you would always live a ba- chelor . As there is a lady in the case , I can't appear in my travelling dress , so you will excuse me a ...
... Froben , with a smile ; " and I always told you that with your romantic fancies of ideal perfection , you would always live a ba- chelor . As there is a lady in the case , I can't appear in my travelling dress , so you will excuse me a ...
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... Froben , in despair . " It was all my folly - a mere conjecture only . Your relatives can decide that better , I- " || " Alas ! it is my evil fate to have no kindred , ” said she . || Happy are they who can look back to a long line of ...
... Froben , in despair . " It was all my folly - a mere conjecture only . Your relatives can decide that better , I- " || " Alas ! it is my evil fate to have no kindred , ” said she . || Happy are they who can look back to a long line of ...
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Page 312 - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Page 347 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Page 312 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 314 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Page 313 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labor free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 313 - While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round ; And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired...
Page 314 - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry fagot from the thorn, , To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain...
Page 346 - It were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me : In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Page 313 - SWEET AUBURN! loveliest village of the plain; Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Page 314 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.