Shadows and sunbeams: a 2nd ser. of Fern leaves from Fanny's portfolio [by S.P. Parton]. |
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עמוד 191 - ... and found himself alone with the dead. It was too true ! Dumb were the lips that should have welcomed him ; and the arms that should have enfolded him were crossed peacefully over the heart that beat true to him till the last. Conscience did its office. Long years of mad folly passed in swift review before him ; and over that insensible form a vow was made, and registered in Heaven. " Your mother should have lived to see this day, Will...
עמוד 115 - I, their mother, learned of Love to give ? Ah, let me stay — albeit my heart is weary, Weary and worn, tired of its own sad beat That finds no echo in this busy world Which cannot pause to answer — tired alike Of joy and sorrow, of the day and night. Ah, take them first, my Father, and then me ! And for their sakes — for their sweet sakes, my Father, Let me find rest beside them, at thy feet !
עמוד 114 - MOTHER'S PRAYER IN ILLNESS. YES! take them first, my Father! Let my doves Fold their white wings in Heaven, safe on thy breast, Ere I am call'd away! I dare not leave Their young hearts here, their innocent, thoughtless hearts! Ah! how the shadowy train of future ills Comes sweeping down life's vista as I gaze! My May! my careless, ardent-temper'd May; My frank and frolic child!
עמוד 114 - May, My frank and frolic child, in whose blue eyes Wild joy and passionate woe alternate rise; Whose cheek the morning in her soul illumes; Whose little loving heart a word, a glance, Can sway to grief or glee; who leaves her play, And puts up her sweet mouth and dimpled arms Each moment for a kiss, and softly asks, With her clear, flute-like voice, 'Do you love me?
עמוד 115 - Thy generous scorn Of all things base and mean; thy quick, keen taste, Dainty and delicate; thy instinctive fear Of those unworthy of a soul so pure; Thy rare, unchildlike dignity of mien — All, they will all bring pain to thee, my child. And, oh! if...
עמוד 106 - ... away in marriage to their heart's chosen, and wept with you when Death's shadow darkened your door. Never mind that he has laid aside his pen, and listened many a time, and oft, with courteous grace to your tedious, prosy conversations, when his moments were like gold dust ; never mind that he has patiently and uncomplainingly accepted at your hands, the smallest pittance that would sustain life, because " the Master " whispered in his ear,
עמוד 114 - Wild joy and passionate wo alternate rise ; Whose cheek the morning in her soul illumes; Whose little, loving heart a word, a glance, Can sway to grief or glee ; who leaves her play, And puts up her sweet mouth and dimpled arms Each moment for a kiss, and softly asks, With her clear, flutelike voice,
עמוד 188 - But how did you bring your father over ?" " Oh, he's very glad to be rid of me ; quite disgusted because I've no fancy for seeing corn and oats grow. The truth is, every father knows at once too much and too little about his own son ; the old gentleman never understood me ; he soured my temper, which is originally none of the best, roused all...
עמוד 161 - ... all the sweet fancies and glowing thoughts that have winged your lonely hours so fleetly and so sweetly. Then you may close the book, and lean your cheek against the cover, as if it were the face of a dear friend ; shut your...