The Oasis: Or, Golden Leaves of FriendshipN. L. Ferguson N. L. Dayton, 1852 - 256 oldal |
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... Tree . ..G . P. Quackenbos. Beauty every where A Lady's Hand ......... .. Neatness .... That same Old Girl Lake and River ....... Memory ....... Beautiful Extract ....... Ladies of Long Ago ...... The Truest Friend ....... A Lovely Bride ...
... Tree . ..G . P. Quackenbos. Beauty every where A Lady's Hand ......... .. Neatness .... That same Old Girl Lake and River ....... Memory ....... Beautiful Extract ....... Ladies of Long Ago ...... The Truest Friend ....... A Lovely Bride ...
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Or, Golden Leaves of Friendship N. L. Ferguson. The Flower and the Tree . ..G . P. Quackenbos ..... 107 The Invisible Ring ....... .... Anon ...... What a World this might be ...... ... C . Swain ... ..Anon ........ .... 109 113 A Lady's ...
Or, Golden Leaves of Friendship N. L. Ferguson. The Flower and the Tree . ..G . P. Quackenbos ..... 107 The Invisible Ring ....... .... Anon ...... What a World this might be ...... ... C . Swain ... ..Anon ........ .... 109 113 A Lady's ...
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... trees with their rich foliage , the birds with their heaven- dyed dresses of plumes , and the beasts in their coats of skin so fitted and so put on ― ah , here is clothing for you . Hast thou ever noticed the morning dress of nature ...
... trees with their rich foliage , the birds with their heaven- dyed dresses of plumes , and the beasts in their coats of skin so fitted and so put on ― ah , here is clothing for you . Hast thou ever noticed the morning dress of nature ...
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... tree , And o'er the ruins of the year , Cold autumn weeps , remember me . Remember me but choose not , dear , The hour when , on the gentle lake , The sportive wavelets , blue and clear , Soft rippling to the margin , break ; But when ...
... tree , And o'er the ruins of the year , Cold autumn weeps , remember me . Remember me but choose not , dear , The hour when , on the gentle lake , The sportive wavelets , blue and clear , Soft rippling to the margin , break ; But when ...
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... tree , and flower , and running brook , We see how every thing was made to love , And how they err , who , in a world like this , Find any thing to hate but human pride . LADIES OF LONG AGO . TELL me , to what 68 BEAUTIFUL EXTRACT .
... tree , and flower , and running brook , We see how every thing was made to love , And how they err , who , in a world like this , Find any thing to hate but human pride . LADIES OF LONG AGO . TELL me , to what 68 BEAUTIFUL EXTRACT .
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217. oldal - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
236. oldal - I forget the hallowed grove where by the winding Ayr we met, to live one day of parting love! Eternity will not efface those records dear of transports past; thy image at our last embrace — ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, o'erhung with wild woods...
236. oldal - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care : Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
208. oldal - It is not that my lot is low, That bids this silent tear to flow; It is not grief that bids me moan; It is that I am all alone. In woods and glens I love to roam, When the tired hedger hies him home; Or by the woodland pool to rest, When pale the star looks on its breast. Yet when the silent evening sighs, With hallow'd airs and symphonies, My spirit takes another tone, And sighs that it is all alone.
159. oldal - I know nothing that could, in this view, be said better, than " do unto others as ye would that others should do unto you...
98. oldal - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our final rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
232. oldal - My Highland lassie was a warm-hearted, charming young creature as ever blessed a man with generous love. After a pretty long tract of the most ardent reciprocal attachment, we met by appointment on the second Sunday of May, in a sequestered spot by the banks of Ayr, where we spent the day in taking...
37. oldal - An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? " Art thou a man — a patriot ? look around, O thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
160. oldal - If any man lack wisdom, let him ask of God, who giveth liberally and upbraideth not.
232. oldal - Again ye have heard that it hath been said by them of old time, Thou shalt not, forswear thyself, but shalt perform unto the Lord thine oaths...