Lady's Cabinet Album1835 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 74
עמוד 1
... passing thought of pity , a vain inquiry in the hamlet , and then sink into the earth in mystery and in silence , to be no more remem- bered on its surface . The obscurity which envelopes the history of those unhappy strangers affords a ...
... passing thought of pity , a vain inquiry in the hamlet , and then sink into the earth in mystery and in silence , to be no more remem- bered on its surface . The obscurity which envelopes the history of those unhappy strangers affords a ...
עמוד 5
... passed through that lonely district . A few flowers sprang up in her sally fringed garden , which were not the less tenderly cherished , that the seeds from which they grew were transmitted from the emigrant's garden in the other ...
... passed through that lonely district . A few flowers sprang up in her sally fringed garden , which were not the less tenderly cherished , that the seeds from which they grew were transmitted from the emigrant's garden in the other ...
עמוד 10
... passing her wasted fingers over the blooming cheek of the good American . " I can feel the roses upon this cheek , I am certain . But what are these ? -Tears ? My good child , you should dry our tears instead of adding to them . Where ...
... passing her wasted fingers over the blooming cheek of the good American . " I can feel the roses upon this cheek , I am certain . But what are these ? -Tears ? My good child , you should dry our tears instead of adding to them . Where ...
עמוד 15
... passing wind , To float away on its invisible wings . [ N. P. WILLIS . ] THE BROKEN HEARTED . I HAVE seen the infant sinking down , like a stricken flower , to the grave - the strong man fiercely breathing out his soul upon the field of ...
... passing wind , To float away on its invisible wings . [ N. P. WILLIS . ] THE BROKEN HEARTED . I HAVE seen the infant sinking down , like a stricken flower , to the grave - the strong man fiercely breathing out his soul upon the field of ...
עמוד 16
... passing off to the silent land of the sleepers , the heart feels that something lovely in the universe is ceasing from existence , and broods , with a sense of utter deso- lation , over the lonely thoughts , that come up like spectres ...
... passing off to the silent land of the sleepers , the heart feels that something lovely in the universe is ceasing from existence , and broods , with a sense of utter deso- lation , over the lonely thoughts , that come up like spectres ...
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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...