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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... heaven now -- up in that bright beautiful heaven-- don't cry any more- ( and the sweet child wiped the tears from her pale cheek with the corner of his little white apron ) -we will soon go to that beautiful place to see him . Sister ...
... heaven now -- up in that bright beautiful heaven-- don't cry any more- ( and the sweet child wiped the tears from her pale cheek with the corner of his little white apron ) -we will soon go to that beautiful place to see him . Sister ...
Pagina 41
... heaven support me ! " burst from the almost despair- ing wife . As she turned to go into the house , she saw the figure of a man entering the large gate which led to the back door and stable ; she hastened in , and arousing Polly from ...
... heaven support me ! " burst from the almost despair- ing wife . As she turned to go into the house , she saw the figure of a man entering the large gate which led to the back door and stable ; she hastened in , and arousing Polly from ...
Pagina 59
... heaven , will ever be remembered by that bereaved lady with heartfelt gratitude . Poor Mrs. Stanley scarcely left the bedside of her apparently dying husband , night or day , except at the earnest entreaty of her little daughters joined ...
... heaven , will ever be remembered by that bereaved lady with heartfelt gratitude . Poor Mrs. Stanley scarcely left the bedside of her apparently dying husband , night or day , except at the earnest entreaty of her little daughters joined ...
Pagina 64
... heaven , and left thee to buffet the storms of life alone ! Let thy bright ex- ample stimulate me to perform my duty ; let me exercise thy faith , thy patience , thy meekness and submission ! Oh my mother ! let thy spirit be with and ...
... heaven , and left thee to buffet the storms of life alone ! Let thy bright ex- ample stimulate me to perform my duty ; let me exercise thy faith , thy patience , thy meekness and submission ! Oh my mother ! let thy spirit be with and ...
Pagina 116
... Heaven - born virtue flourish there With feelings all refined ; That when thy long and useful day Is drawing to a close , Not one reflection on the past Shall ruffle thy repose . Each sweet remembrance as it comes Across thy dying mind ...
... Heaven - born virtue flourish there With feelings all refined ; That when thy long and useful day Is drawing to a close , Not one reflection on the past Shall ruffle thy repose . Each sweet remembrance as it comes Across thy dying mind ...
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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.