Variety, Or, Selections and Essays: Consisting of Anecdotes, Curious Facts, Interesting Narratives, with Occasional ReflectionsDarton and Harvey, 1809 - 207 sider |
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... 50 Disguises 57 On Personal Exertion 63 Maria Antoinetta 71 · • Gipsies On a Superintending Providence Perseverance and Success are constant 77 81 companions Fire On the Sabbath • 88 95 99 Anecdote of a Monkey . History and Biography · On.
... 50 Disguises 57 On Personal Exertion 63 Maria Antoinetta 71 · • Gipsies On a Superintending Providence Perseverance and Success are constant 77 81 companions Fire On the Sabbath • 88 95 99 Anecdote of a Monkey . History and Biography · On.
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... fire to dress the last meal for herself and her son . In this immediate prospect of per- ishing with hunger , her humanity , and her faith in the promises of God , delivered by the prophet , not only in- duced her to share the scanty ...
... fire to dress the last meal for herself and her son . In this immediate prospect of per- ishing with hunger , her humanity , and her faith in the promises of God , delivered by the prophet , not only in- duced her to share the scanty ...
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... fire , saying , they should never again interrupt their harmony ; then , with an irresistible look of tenderness , he took her in his arms , and gave her a kiss . She must have been of an obdurate nature , if she had not been won by ...
... fire , saying , they should never again interrupt their harmony ; then , with an irresistible look of tenderness , he took her in his arms , and gave her a kiss . She must have been of an obdurate nature , if she had not been won by ...
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... fire That gilds the earth ; ' twas charity divine , Bright like the bounty of thy matchless sire . Bless'd be the day when love oppos'd thy fate , Whose fond cares held back thy parting breath , And in the tott'ring hour of mortal pain ...
... fire That gilds the earth ; ' twas charity divine , Bright like the bounty of thy matchless sire . Bless'd be the day when love oppos'd thy fate , Whose fond cares held back thy parting breath , And in the tott'ring hour of mortal pain ...
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... and if she deprives an in- dividual of a member or a sense , generally trims the balance with extraordinary gifts in some other quarter . The endeavours that have been used of late years to 88 GIPSIES . companions Fire On the Sabbath.
... and if she deprives an in- dividual of a member or a sense , generally trims the balance with extraordinary gifts in some other quarter . The endeavours that have been used of late years to 88 GIPSIES . companions Fire On the Sabbath.
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Variety, Or, Selections and Essays: Consisting of Anecdotes, Curious Facts ... Priscilla Wakefield Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1809 |
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Side 160 - Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile) Could those few pleasant hours again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Side 160 - My boast is not, that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned and rulers of the earth; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies!
Side 158 - I heard the bell toll'd' on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was.
Side 158 - But gladly, as the precept were her own: And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she. My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss: Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it...
Side 160 - I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Side 157 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...
Side 159 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or...
Side 159 - I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own.
Side 44 - Lo! where this silent marble weeps, A Friend, a Wife, a Mother sleeps: A Heart, within whose sacred cell The peaceful Virtues lov'd to dwell. Affection warm, and Faith sincere, And soft Humanity were there. In agony, in death resign'd, She felt the Wound she left behind.
Side 158 - Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern.