Selections from the Writings of Mrs. Margaret M. Davidson: The Mother of Lucretia Maria and Margaret M. DavidsonLea & Blanchard, 1843 - 232 pagina's |
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Pagina 85
... fame . She sat beside the silent bier Of her last , cherished one , Her bosom torn with anguish keen , Her thoughts revealed to none : The images of other days Came rushing on her brain , Her former joys , her happy home And all her ...
... fame . She sat beside the silent bier Of her last , cherished one , Her bosom torn with anguish keen , Her thoughts revealed to none : The images of other days Came rushing on her brain , Her former joys , her happy home And all her ...
Pagina 96
... and in love . " Lie down , sweet Ruth , till morning break , Depart before ' tis light ! I would not give malicious tongues The power thy fame to blight . " He gave her barley to sustain Her mother's fainting heart 96 MARGARET M. DAVIDSON .
... and in love . " Lie down , sweet Ruth , till morning break , Depart before ' tis light ! I would not give malicious tongues The power thy fame to blight . " He gave her barley to sustain Her mother's fainting heart 96 MARGARET M. DAVIDSON .
Pagina 100
... fame : The mean and noble side by side , Affinity to dust must claim ! Then why pursue these fleeting joys ? Their power is transient ; short their zest ; I turn disgusted from such toys , And look toward my heavenly rest . Awake then ...
... fame : The mean and noble side by side , Affinity to dust must claim ! Then why pursue these fleeting joys ? Their power is transient ; short their zest ; I turn disgusted from such toys , And look toward my heavenly rest . Awake then ...
Pagina 124
... Genius should spread her soaring wings , And clasp thee in their fold , And on the golden scroll of fame Thy name should be enrolled ! Thy lyre should sound thy Maker's praise In music soft 124 MARGARET M. DAVIDSON . Impromptu.
... Genius should spread her soaring wings , And clasp thee in their fold , And on the golden scroll of fame Thy name should be enrolled ! Thy lyre should sound thy Maker's praise In music soft 124 MARGARET M. DAVIDSON . Impromptu.
Pagina 133
... fame arise , Or brief shall be his span ! " Go , son of Fithil , take my spear , And strike brave Semo's sounding shield ! On Tura's rustling gate it hangs ; Haste - let it echo through the field ! " The hero's bossy shield he struck ...
... fame arise , Or brief shall be his span ! " Go , son of Fithil , take my spear , And strike brave Semo's sounding shield ! On Tura's rustling gate it hangs ; Haste - let it echo through the field ! " The hero's bossy shield he struck ...
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Selections from the Writings of Mrs. Margaret M. Davidson, the Mother of ... Margaret Miller Davidson Volledige weergave - 1843 |
Selections from the Writings of Mrs. Margaret M. Davidson, the Mother of ... Margaret Miller Davidson Volledige weergave - 1843 |
Selections from the Writings of Mrs. Margaret M. Davidson, the Mother of ... Margaret Miller Davidson Volledige weergave - 1843 |
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Amir Khan angel arms art thou battle beam beautiful blessed blood bloom bosom brave breast breath breeze bright brow calm Calmar Carril cheek chief child cloud cold Connal Cuthullin dark daughter Davidson dear death deep delight dread earth Erin's fair fame father fear feeble feel Fillan Fingal fled Gaul gaze glow grief hand harp hast hath heart heaven heroes hill hope hour husband Ianthe king light Lochlin lonely Lucretia LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON lyre maid maiden mamma Margaret mind Morna mother mournful neath never night noble o'er Ossian pale Peru Plattsburgh rest roll round scene shade sigh silent sister sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spear spirit Stanley storm stream Subahdar sunbeam Swaran sweet sword tears tempest thee thine thou thought trembling Twas uncon voice wave weep wild wind wing Written young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 126 - O Lord my God, thou art very great ; thou art clothed with honour and majesty. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain...
Pagina 144 - And Abraham gat up early in the morning to the place where he stood before the LORD : and he looked toward Sodom and Gomorrah, and toward all the land of the plain, and beheld, and, lo, the smoke of the country went up as the smoke of a furnace.
Pagina 48 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream, and solemn vision, Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heavenly habitants Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal.
Pagina 44 - Notes borne by angels' purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. When, sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Shouldst thou still linger here above, Wilt thou not kneel beside my head, And, sister, sing the song I love?
Pagina 72 - In these poems," (" Amir Khan," &.c.) " there is enough of originality, enough of aspiration, enough of conscious energy, enough of growing power, to warrant any expectations, however sanguine, which the patrons, and the friends and parents, of the deceased, could have formed.
Pagina 59 - Thou gem of light ! my leading star ! What thou hast been, I strive to be ; When from the path I wander far, Oh, turn thy guiding beam on me. Teach me to fill thy place below, That I may dwell with thee above; To soothe, like thee, a mother's woe, And prove, like thine, a sister's love. Thou wert unfit to dwell with clay, For sin too pure, for earth too bright ! And Death, who called thee hence away Placed on his brow a gem of light...
Pagina 140 - And darkness fills the arch of heaven ; When not a murmur, not a sound To Fancy's sportive ear is given ; When the broad orb of heaven is bright, And looks around with golden eye ; When Nature...
Pagina 72 - I have been no more. The haunts I loved, the flowers I nursed Will bloom as sweetly still, But other hearts and other hands My vacant place shall fill. And even mighty love must fail To bind my memory here — Like fragrance round the faded rose, 'Twill perish with the year.
Pagina 189 - O thou great Source of joy supreme ! Whose arm alone can save, — Dispel the darkness that surrounds The entrance to the grave.
Pagina 67 - Till life seem'd ebbing in a tear— Till in that fleeting space of sight Were merged the feelings of a year. And I have heard the voice of song, Till my full heart gush'd wild and free, And my rapt soul would float along As if on waves of melody.