The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, 38-39. kötetJoseph Rogerson |
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... sure - finder - by W. C. Bennett - 78 The Voice - by Mrs. Abdy - 290 The Violet's Whisper - by Ada Trevanion - 181 The Voyage of the Fancies -- by Charles H. Hitch- ings - 89 The Witch - by Calder Campbell - 64 To Mary - by Grace ...
... sure - finder - by W. C. Bennett - 78 The Voice - by Mrs. Abdy - 290 The Violet's Whisper - by Ada Trevanion - 181 The Voyage of the Fancies -- by Charles H. Hitch- ings - 89 The Witch - by Calder Campbell - 64 To Mary - by Grace ...
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... sure of that , my friend . The end which I propose to myself cannot be at- tained without both patience and judgment ; but , with your assistance , I do not despair of carry- ing out my project ; for I imagine that the blood of the ...
... sure of that , my friend . The end which I propose to myself cannot be at- tained without both patience and judgment ; but , with your assistance , I do not despair of carry- ing out my project ; for I imagine that the blood of the ...
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... sure there is no drop of bitterness left in that young heart to rankle hereafter ? " " Quite sure , dear father ; although some sadness is natural to the heart which finds its ideal destroyed . And yet I think no more of him . " 66 Say ...
... sure there is no drop of bitterness left in that young heart to rankle hereafter ? " " Quite sure , dear father ; although some sadness is natural to the heart which finds its ideal destroyed . And yet I think no more of him . " 66 Say ...
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... sure ! The autumn rains are falling on his head ; The snows of winter soon shall be his shroud ; And spring with violets will adorn his bed ; And summer shall be joyful on the shore Where he is sleeping ; but the breath of spring , Or ...
... sure ! The autumn rains are falling on his head ; The snows of winter soon shall be his shroud ; And spring with violets will adorn his bed ; And summer shall be joyful on the shore Where he is sleeping ; but the breath of spring , Or ...
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... sure , assembled here must have heard and read much of the moral and physical suffering inflicted on the race of negroes and their descendants by the system of slavery prevalent in many of the united states of America . Founded on such ...
... sure , assembled here must have heard and read much of the moral and physical suffering inflicted on the race of negroes and their descendants by the system of slavery prevalent in many of the united states of America . Founded on such ...
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334. oldal - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
161. oldal - And down the coast, all taking up the burden, Replied the distant forts, As if to summon from his sleep the Warden And Lord of the Cinque Ports. Him shall no sunshine from the fields of azure, No drum-beat from the wall, No morning gun from the black fort's embrasure, Awaken with its call...
54. oldal - Tamed by the cruel season, crowd around The winnowing store, and claim the little boon Which Providence assigns them. One alone, The redbreast, sacred to the household gods. Wisely regardful of th...
29. oldal - The Discovery of a New World ; or, a Discourse tending to prove that it is probable there may be another habitable World in the Moon ; with a Discourse concerning the possibility of a passage thither.
124. oldal - Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not, and yet I say unto you, that Solomon, in all his glory, was not arrayed like one of these.
161. oldal - A MIST was driving down the British Channel, The day was just begun, And through the window-panes, on floor and panel, Streamed the red autumn sun. It glanced on flowing flag and rippling pennon, And the white sails of ships ; And, from the frowning rampart, the black cannon Hailed it with feverish lips. Sandwich and Romney, Hastings, Hithe, and Dover, Were all alert that day, To see the French war-steamers speeding over, When the fog cleared away.
53. oldal - Dr. Chandler tells us, in his Travels in Greece, that it is related, where Druidism prevailed the houses were decked with evergreens in December, that the sylvan spirits might repair to them, and remain unnipped with frost and cold winds, until a milder season had renewed the foliage of their darling abodes.
44. oldal - We appeal to you, then, as sisters, as wives, and as mothers, to raise your voices to your fellowcitizens and your prayers to God for the removal of this affliction and disgrace from the Christian world.
44. oldal - A common origin, a common faith, and, we sincerely believe, a common cause, urge us at the present moment to address you on the subject of that system of negro slavery which still prevails so extensively; and even under kindlydisposed masters, with such frightful results, in many of the vast regions of the western world.
192. oldal - O how soft thy darts, How tender and how sweet ! Thy song enchained a thousand hearts And drew them to thy feet ; And, as thy bright lips sang, they caught So beautiful a ray, That, as I gazed, I almost thought The spirit of thy lay Had left, while melting on the air, Its sweet expression painted there.