Household Scenes for the Home Circle: A Gift for a FriendMiller, Orton & Mulligan, 1854 - 311 páginas |
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... tear has fallen upon our nib , we would not turn away from the thoughts which , like the bright cloud just gone , drift across the heart where they have been so long and sacredly kept . There is a vision passing before us , but of 6 ...
... tear has fallen upon our nib , we would not turn away from the thoughts which , like the bright cloud just gone , drift across the heart where they have been so long and sacredly kept . There is a vision passing before us , but of 6 ...
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... tear glit tered on her dark lids ! But there were blue eyes there , as sweet- ly calm as the slumbering depths of a mid- summer sky , looking out so touchingly be- neath that pale brow . The hair was long , rolling down on the pure wite ...
... tear glit tered on her dark lids ! But there were blue eyes there , as sweet- ly calm as the slumbering depths of a mid- summer sky , looking out so touchingly be- neath that pale brow . The hair was long , rolling down on the pure wite ...
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... tears were floating . Mabel was beautiful , and we loved her . How carefully we lifted her over the mossy stones in the stream , or the fence , or down from the wide rock by the spring ! And then the yellowest daisy and the freshest ...
... tears were floating . Mabel was beautiful , and we loved her . How carefully we lifted her over the mossy stones in the stream , or the fence , or down from the wide rock by the spring ! And then the yellowest daisy and the freshest ...
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... tears on the cold , damp brow , and with blinded eyes caressed the wet hair . It seemed that Mabel would awake and ... tear in the old man's eye , and it fell on his hard hand . Blessed old man , he , too , loved Mabel MABEL . 19.
... tears on the cold , damp brow , and with blinded eyes caressed the wet hair . It seemed that Mabel would awake and ... tear in the old man's eye , and it fell on his hard hand . Blessed old man , he , too , loved Mabel MABEL . 19.
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... tears , that she was " so stupid , and ugly , and disagreeable , " that nobody could ever love her ! And so she made friends with the holy stars , the fleecy clouds , and the brilliant rainbow , the silver moonbeam , and the swift ...
... tears , that she was " so stupid , and ugly , and disagreeable , " that nobody could ever love her ! And so she made friends with the holy stars , the fleecy clouds , and the brilliant rainbow , the silver moonbeam , and the swift ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alstien Alvah Anna arms aunt Carry beauty blessed blue bosom breast breeze bright brother brow Captain Dutton cheek cheerful child cloud cold consola Courtney dark daughter dear death door earth eral Ethan Brand eyes face FANNY FERN father fear feel flowers gazed gentle girl give gone grief hand happy Hatty heard heart heaven hope hour influence Isabel kiln kind kissed Lake George laugh light lime-burner lips live to love look Louise Mabel Mary mind Miss Tabetha Montone morning mother neath never once pain pale passed pleasure poor prayer restless heart rock rose scene seemed shadow silence sister slate smile sorbed sorrow soul spirit stood strange sweet tears tell thing thou thought told trembling turned Unpardonable Sin voice watch weep wild wind words YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young youth
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Página 306 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ? The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields...
Página 84 - ... disordered state of feeling, may be the most terrible modulation of the human voice. The laughter of one asleep, even if it be a little child, — the madman's laugh, — the wild, screaming laugh of a born idiot, — are sounds that we sometimes tremble to hear, and would always willingly forget. Poets have imagined no utterance of fiends or hobgoblins so fearfully appropriate as a laugh. And even the obtuse lime-burner felt his nerves shaken, as this strange man looked inward at his own heart,...
Página 86 - ... confer with him about the Unpardonable Sin; the man and the fiend each laboring to frame the image of some mode of guilt which could neither be atoned for nor forgiven. And, with the first gleam of light upon the mountain-top, the fiend crept in at the iron door, there to abide the intensest element of fire until again summoned forth to share in the dreadful task of extending man's possible guilt beyond the scope of Heaven's else infinite mercy. While the...
Página 307 - Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Página 105 - As the lonely man bent forward over this terrible body of fire, the blasting heat smote up against his person with a breath that, it might be supposed, would have scorched and shrivelled him up in a moment.
Página 49 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Página 106 - who art no more my mother, and into whose bosom this frame shall never be resolved! O mankind, whose brotherhood I have cast off, and trampled thy great heart beneath my feet! O stars of heaven, that shone on me of old, as if to light me onward and upward! Farewell all...
Página 93 - No mind, which has wrought itself by intense and solitary meditation into a high state of enthusiasm, can endure the kind of contact with low and vulgar modes of thought and feeling to which Ethan Brand was now subjected.
Página 103 - He remembered how the night dew had fallen upon him,— how the dark forest had whispered to him,— how the stars had gleamed upon him— a simple and loving man, watching his fire in the years gone by, and ever musing as it burned. He remembered with what tenderness, with what love and sympathy for mankind...
Página 76 - Bailram and his little son, while they were talking thus, sat watching the same lime-kiln that had been the scene of Ethan Brand's solitary and meditative life, before he began his search for the Unpardonable Sin. Many years, as we have seen, had now elapsed, since that portentous night when the IDEA was first developed. The kiln, however, on the mountain-side, stood unimpaired, and was in nothing changed, since he had thrown his dark thoughts into the intense...