The Ladies' and Gentlemen's Mirror of Fortune: Or, The Analysis of LifeDerby & Jackson, 1860 - 346 oldal |
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20. oldal
... hath ceased to pour , Her form from the dancing train is gone , L.- Thou wilt meet no more - thou wilt meet no more . Mrs. Norton . As thinks the mariner of home When doomed o'er many a dreary waste 4 Of waters yet to roam , Thus shall ...
... hath ceased to pour , Her form from the dancing train is gone , L.- Thou wilt meet no more - thou wilt meet no more . Mrs. Norton . As thinks the mariner of home When doomed o'er many a dreary waste 4 Of waters yet to roam , Thus shall ...
26. oldal
... hath been , is , and not what yet shall be , Then fondly paint the best , Bid the soft radiant dawn of hope appear , Through its fair mirror view the coming year , For while you hope , you're blest . 11 . It will be sleeping and waking ...
... hath been , is , and not what yet shall be , Then fondly paint the best , Bid the soft radiant dawn of hope appear , Through its fair mirror view the coming year , For while you hope , you're blest . 11 . It will be sleeping and waking ...
57. oldal
... hath shaken off , Bend lightly to her leaning trust again ? Oh no ! by all her loveliness - by all That makes life poetry and beauty , no ! Make her a slave ; steal from her rosy cheek By needless jealousies ; let the last star Leave ...
... hath shaken off , Bend lightly to her leaning trust again ? Oh no ! by all her loveliness - by all That makes life poetry and beauty , no ! Make her a slave ; steal from her rosy cheek By needless jealousies ; let the last star Leave ...
58. oldal
... hath hidden wells , O'erflowing with transparent streams , Of every noble grace that dwells E'en in a seraph's sweetest dreams ; And ever does their sheeny wave Alike for saint and sinner flow , For rich and poor , for lord and slave ...
... hath hidden wells , O'erflowing with transparent streams , Of every noble grace that dwells E'en in a seraph's sweetest dreams ; And ever does their sheeny wave Alike for saint and sinner flow , For rich and poor , for lord and slave ...
86. oldal
... hath least he cannot want , because as far from desire as superfluity , for he walks cheerfully the way that God hath chalked , and never wishes it more wide , or more smooth . His strife is ever to redeem , and not to spend time . In ...
... hath least he cannot want , because as far from desire as superfluity , for he walks cheerfully the way that God hath chalked , and never wishes it more wide , or more smooth . His strife is ever to redeem , and not to spend time . In ...
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The Ladies' and Gentlemen's Mirror of Fortune: Or, the Analysis of Life D M Angell Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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Alice Cary angel bear beauty bless blest bliss breast breath bright Byron Carlos Wilcox Charles Swain charms cold dark dear deeds doth dream e'er earth Ebenezer Elliot Eliza Cook Epes Sargent eyes fair fancy Fanny Kemble fate fear feel flow flowers folly fond fool forever fortune friends gentle give glow gold grace Grace Greenwood happy hath he'll Heaven hope hour John Home L.-That L.-Though life's light live look love thee love's marriage meet mind naught ne'er never night o'er Osgood P. J. Bailey pain passion pride rich Samuel Woodworth scorn Shakspeare shine sigh smile sorrow soul spirit star strife sweet tears tell tender There's thine things thought thy heart to-morrow toil trust truth Tupper twill wealth weary weep whisper wife wish woman's words worth youth
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37. oldal - One by one thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each ; Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach.
18. oldal - She openeth her mouth with wisdom, and in her tongue is the law of kindness. She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. Her children arise up and call her blessed, her husband also, and he praiseth her.
343. oldal - Och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling! To catch dame Fortune's golden smile, Assiduous wait upon her; And gather gear by ev'ry wile That's justified by honour; Not for to hide it in a hedge, Nor for a train attendant; But for the glorious privilege Of being independent.
319. oldal - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
192. oldal - Gather, then, each flower that grows, When the young heart overflows, To embalm that tent of snows. Bear a lily in thy hand; Gates of brass cannot withstand One touch of that magic wand. Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips the smile of truth.
307. oldal - And put it to the foil : but you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best.
155. oldal - The foe — the fool — the jealous — and the vain, The envious who but breathe in others' pain, Behold the host ! delighting to deprave, Who track the steps of Glory to the grave, Watch every fault that daring Genius owes Half to the ardour which its birth bestows...
243. oldal - Labor is worship !" — the robin is singing; " Labor is worship !" — the wild bee is ringing : Listen ! that eloquent whisper upspringing Speaks to thy soul from out Nature's great heart. From the dark cloud flows the life-giving shower ; From the rough sod blows the soft-breathing flower ; From the small insect, the rich coral bower; Only man, in the plan, shrinks from his part.
207. oldal - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
243. oldal - Tis the still water faileth, Idleness ever despaireth, bewaileth ; Keep the watch wound, for the dark rust assaileth ; Flowers droop and die in the stillness of noon. Labour is glory ! The flying cloud lightens, Only the waving wing changes and brightens ; Idle hearts only the dark future frightens ; Play the sweet keys wouldst thou keep them in tune.