Lady's Cabinet Album1835 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 57
עמוד 2
... darkness which enshrouds the fate of their mouldering tenants ; without beholding the progress of the ruin that struck from beneath the voyager's feet , the firm and lofty fabric to which he had confidently trusted his existence ...
... darkness which enshrouds the fate of their mouldering tenants ; without beholding the progress of the ruin that struck from beneath the voyager's feet , the firm and lofty fabric to which he had confidently trusted his existence ...
עמוד 7
... dark as it was , threw on her simple dress in haste , and groped her way to the front door of the dwelling . She ... dark- " the widow replied , endeavouring to penetrate the gloom . " Dark ! And the broad sun shining down this whole day ...
... dark as it was , threw on her simple dress in haste , and groped her way to the front door of the dwelling . She ... dark- " the widow replied , endeavouring to penetrate the gloom . " Dark ! And the broad sun shining down this whole day ...
עמוד 8
... dark and blind ! " The The peasant started back and blessed herself . next instant the poor widow was caught in the arms of her son . " Where is she ? My mother ! O my darling mother , I am come back to you ! Look ! I have kept my word ...
... dark and blind ! " The The peasant started back and blessed herself . next instant the poor widow was caught in the arms of her son . " Where is she ? My mother ! O my darling mother , I am come back to you ! Look ! I have kept my word ...
עמוד 9
find her dark for ever ! Is it for this I have prayed and laboured ? Blind and dark ! O my poor mother ! Oh , heaven ! O mother , mother ! " 66 Hold , now , my boy - where are you ? What way is that for a Christian to talk ? Come near ...
find her dark for ever ! Is it for this I have prayed and laboured ? Blind and dark ! O my poor mother ! Oh , heaven ! O mother , mother ! " 66 Hold , now , my boy - where are you ? What way is that for a Christian to talk ? Come near ...
עמוד 11
... darkness reminds me of my loss , it seems as if I lost my sight over again ! " The surgeon discovered on examination , that the blindness was occasioned by a disease called cataract , which obscures , by an unhealthy secretion , the ...
... darkness reminds me of my loss , it seems as if I lost my sight over again ! " The surgeon discovered on examination , that the blindness was occasioned by a disease called cataract , which obscures , by an unhealthy secretion , the ...
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Achmet Agnes Alama Allan Water Arab arms beautiful behold beneath bless bosom breath bright brother brow CABINET ALBUM Camilla Chausey cheek Chocorua Clarissa Clifton Cora cried dark dear death deep door earth exclaimed eyes face fair fair lady fancy father fear feelings flowers gazed girl grave hallowed ground hand happy Hatim heard heart heaven honour hope horse hour Joey Kate Connor knew L'Etaine lady laugh light lips look lover marriage Mary Trevor mind Morley morning mother N. P. WILLIS Namoya Natchez never night o'er Oswingo Pacha pale passed passion poor postilion prayer replied Saker scene seemed silence sister smile song sorrow soul spirit Stephen Long stood Suli Bey sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tion tomb stone trembling turned utter voice Wakonda waves weep widow wild woman words Xalissa young youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 230 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
עמוד 87 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
עמוד 211 - Amid yon tuft of hazel trees, That twinkle to the gusty breeze, Behold him perched in ecstasies, Yet seeming still to hover ; There ! where the flutter of his wings Upon his back and body flings Shadows and sunny glimmerings, That cover him all over.
עמוד 103 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate.
עמוד 224 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever: it may be a sound — A tone of music— summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
עמוד 231 - And saved from outrage worse than death The lady of the land; And how she wept, and...
עמוד 300 - On that best portion of a good man's life, — His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.
עמוד 158 - SLEEP on, and dream of Heaven awhile — Tho' shut so close thy laughing eyes, Thy rosy lips still wear a smile And move, and breathe delicious sighs ! Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks And mantle o'er her neck of snow ; Ah, now she murmurs, now she speaks What most I wish — and fear to know ! She starts, she trembles, and she weeps ! Her fair hands folded on her breast : — And now, how like a saint she sleeps ! A seraph in the realms of rest ! Sleep on secure ! Above...
עמוד 193 - Where sits the dame, disguised in look profound, And eyes her fairy throng, and turns her wheel around. Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, Emblem right meet of decency does yield ; Her apron dyed in grain, as blue, I trowe, As is the harebell that adorns the field...
עמוד 316 - Its roof star-pictured Nature's ceiling, Where trancing the rapt spirit's feeling, And God himself to man revealing, The harmonious spheres Make music, though unheard their pealing By mortal ears. Fair stars ! are not your beings pure ? Can sin, can death your worlds obscure ? Else why so swell the thoughts at your Aspect above ? Ye must be Heavens that make us sure Of heavenly love ! And in your harmony sublime ' I 'read the doom of distant time ; That man's regenerate soul from crime Shall yet...