The Mother's Assistant and Young Lady's Friend, 4-5. kötetDavid H. Ela, 1844 |
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1. oldal
... never be effaced while life and reason remain . Not long since I visited my paternal home . All around seemed familiar to my eye and ear . The birds sung as sweetly , the brooks murmured the same rippling song they did years ago . There ...
... never be effaced while life and reason remain . Not long since I visited my paternal home . All around seemed familiar to my eye and ear . The birds sung as sweetly , the brooks murmured the same rippling song they did years ago . There ...
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... never , never hear that sweet voice again , calling to me in its merry tones ? It was anguish to my heart , and fell more sadly upon me , for it was my first grief . But to return to my exiled sister . I felt a yearning commis- eration ...
... never , never hear that sweet voice again , calling to me in its merry tones ? It was anguish to my heart , and fell more sadly upon me , for it was my first grief . But to return to my exiled sister . I felt a yearning commis- eration ...
6. oldal
... never , never do so again , ' weeping at the same time with an almost bursting heart . My parents saw how great her punishment was , and felt that she suffered much for her fault . They gratified her request that she might remain at ...
... never , never do so again , ' weeping at the same time with an almost bursting heart . My parents saw how great her punishment was , and felt that she suffered much for her fault . They gratified her request that she might remain at ...
7. oldal
... never afterward was she heard to utter an impatient word , or perform a rash act ; and Willy , her former ' plague , ' became her favorite friend . Months , weeks and days passed on , and brought in their course Sophy's eleventh ...
... never afterward was she heard to utter an impatient word , or perform a rash act ; and Willy , her former ' plague , ' became her favorite friend . Months , weeks and days passed on , and brought in their course Sophy's eleventh ...
8. oldal
... never saw any one who could play cat's - cradle with him so well ; and as for arithmetic , ' why , a queen could not explain his sums to him better than Mary did . ' Alice played with her long curls , and said she had almost forgotten ...
... never saw any one who could play cat's - cradle with him so well ; and as for arithmetic , ' why , a queen could not explain his sums to him better than Mary did . ' Alice played with her long curls , and said she had almost forgotten ...
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138. oldal - A General Dictionary of Geography, Descriptive, Physical, Statistical, and Historical ; forming a complete Gazetteer of the World. By A. KEITH JOHNSTON, FRSE 8vo. 31s. 6d. M'Culloch's Dictionary, Geographical, Statistical, and Historical, of the various Countries, Places, and principal Natural Objects in the World.
135. oldal - How small, of all that human hearts endure , That part which laws or kings can cause or cure...
23. oldal - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
47. oldal - But chiefly Man the day of rest enjoys. Hail, SABBATH ! thee I hail, the poor man's day. On other days, the man of toil is doomed To eat his joyless bread, lonely ; the ground Both seat and board ; screened from the winter's cold.
42. oldal - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony.
7. oldal - How dead the vegetable kingdom lies ! How dumb the tuneful ! Horror wide extends His desolate domain. Behold, fond man ! See here thy pictured life ; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength, Thy sober Autumn fading into age, losi And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene.
95. oldal - With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
48. oldal - Traveller, in the stranger's land, Far from thine own household band ; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone ; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath not leave to dwell ; Sailor, on the darkening sea, Lift the heart and bend the knee.
95. oldal - Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself, And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
42. oldal - Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ! There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins : Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.