Looking Toward Sunset: From Sources Old and New, Original and SelectedTicknor and Fields, 1865 - 455 pagina's |
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Pagina 10
... once smooth surface ; but the beauty of the soul illumined her faded countenance , as moonlight softens and glori- fies ruins . When she carefully arranged the pil- lows of the easy - chair , the aged mother , ere she settled down for ...
... once smooth surface ; but the beauty of the soul illumined her faded countenance , as moonlight softens and glori- fies ruins . When she carefully arranged the pil- lows of the easy - chair , the aged mother , ere she settled down for ...
Pagina 11
... once made sweetest music in her ears . As she sat thus in reverie at the open window , the setting sun bright- ened the broad meadows , crowned the distant hill - tops with glory , and threw a ribbon of gold across the wall of her ...
... once made sweetest music in her ears . As she sat thus in reverie at the open window , the setting sun bright- ened the broad meadows , crowned the distant hill - tops with glory , and threw a ribbon of gold across the wall of her ...
Pagina 17
... Once when the pig upset little Sissy in his rounds , he had to lie down and roll in the mud himself , with loud explosions of laughter . Quiet little Jenny liked to make gardens by sticking flowers in the sand , but it particularly ...
... Once when the pig upset little Sissy in his rounds , he had to lie down and roll in the mud himself , with loud explosions of laughter . Quiet little Jenny liked to make gardens by sticking flowers in the sand , but it particularly ...
Pagina 19
... once . But he's a good boy . There's nothing the mat- ter with him , only he's so full of fun that it will run over all the time . He'll grow steadier , by and by . He brought in a basket of chips to- day without upsetting them ; and he ...
... once . But he's a good boy . There's nothing the mat- ter with him , only he's so full of fun that it will run over all the time . He'll grow steadier , by and by . He brought in a basket of chips to- day without upsetting them ; and he ...
Pagina 27
... once on Sunday , when I was com- ing home from a funeral , and she was singing something that sounded too lively for a psalm- tune . Miss Crosby told me she heard her say that heathens were just as likely to be saved as Christians ...
... once on Sunday , when I was com- ing home from a funeral , and she was singing something that sounded too lively for a psalm- tune . Miss Crosby told me she heard her say that heathens were just as likely to be saved as Christians ...
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Looking Toward Sunset: From Sources Old and New, Original and Selected Lydia Maria Child Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2015 |
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ALICE CARY asked auld lang syne Aunty beautiful better blessed bright brother called cheerful child cloud Constable Montmorenci Cranford Dannecker dear death Dubois Duke of Würtemberg earth eyes face father feel flowers gone Gottreich grandmother gray grow habits hair hand happy hear heard heart heaven HENRY WARD BEECHER hour Hyppolite Jenny John Anderson kindly knew labors lady laugh learned leave light lived Livy look manuscripts Marcelline marriage married mind Miss Matey Miss Pole morning mother Nature neighbors never night old age palimpsest passed pleasant pleasure poor read entertaining replied rich baker round seemed sing smile sorrow soul spirit summer sunshine sweet talk tears tell thee THEODORE PARKER things thou thought tion told trees turbed Uncle Tommy vellum voice walk wife winter woman women young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 384 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Pagina 126 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Pagina 68 - twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not Good Night...
Pagina 184 - HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys ? If there has, take him out, without making a noise.
Pagina 360 - ... promises, kindly stepped in, and carried him away, to where the wicked cease from troubling, and where the weary are at rest ! It is during the time that we lived on this farm, that my little story is most eventful.
Pagina 205 - He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen.* Even so, come, Lord Jesus. The grace -)- of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen.
Pagina 35 - T'HE Lord my shepherd is; *- I shall be well supplied : Since He is mine, and I am His, What can I want beside? 2 He leads me to the place * Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. 3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim ; And guides me in His own right way, For His most holy name. 4 While He affords His aid, I cannot yield to fear...
Pagina 193 - He is insensibly subdued To settled quiet: he is one by whom All effort seems forgotten, one to whom Long patience hath such mild composure given, That patience now doth seem a thing, of which He hath no need. He is by nature led To peace so perfect, that the young behold With envy what the Old Man hardly feels.
Pagina 98 - Matthew is in his grave, yet now, Methinks, I see him stand, As at that moment, with a bough Of wilding in his hand. THE FOUNTAIN A CONVERSATION WE talked with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true, A pair of friends, though I was young, And Matthew seventy-two. We lay beneath a spreading oak, Beside a mossy seat; And from the turf a fountain broke, And gurgled at our feet. 'Now, Matthew...
Pagina 384 - They are all gone into the world of light ! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear. It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest, After the sun's remove.