Neddy Bruce, with poems English and Scotch1881 |
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... beauty have long since been extinguished in those once lordly chambers , and the brilliant assemblies , like all earthly glory , have silently departed for ever . The tenement yet remains ; but how changed and degraded are its gorgeous ...
... beauty have long since been extinguished in those once lordly chambers , and the brilliant assemblies , like all earthly glory , have silently departed for ever . The tenement yet remains ; but how changed and degraded are its gorgeous ...
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... into the bloom of seventeen summers , but her complexion was of that description characteristic of consumption , and " she sat in her beauty within the shadow of death . " That fatal 34 NEDDY BRUCE ; OR , HAPPY CHANGES .
... into the bloom of seventeen summers , but her complexion was of that description characteristic of consumption , and " she sat in her beauty within the shadow of death . " That fatal 34 NEDDY BRUCE ; OR , HAPPY CHANGES .
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Adam Smeal. beauty within the shadow of death . " That fatal worm which feeds at the vitals of many a fair form was there , and the hectic flush was soon to tinge her cheek . How truly flower- like and fading is such loveliness ! In the ...
Adam Smeal. beauty within the shadow of death . " That fatal worm which feeds at the vitals of many a fair form was there , and the hectic flush was soon to tinge her cheek . How truly flower- like and fading is such loveliness ! In the ...
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... beauty , in the light of His countenance ? It was not expected that she would have been spared to see that day . She said , " My last birthday ! " She spoke very little , but loved to hear sweet promises and hymns read . She looked once ...
... beauty , in the light of His countenance ? It was not expected that she would have been spared to see that day . She said , " My last birthday ! " She spoke very little , but loved to hear sweet promises and hymns read . She looked once ...
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... beauty drops the veil Serenely o'er the fair and fragrant cheek ; Gone flash of scorn , the kindling glance of pride , And tender looks of sympathy and love , Sunk in forgetfulness she breathes alone . The brow of toil and care forgets ...
... beauty drops the veil Serenely o'er the fair and fragrant cheek ; Gone flash of scorn , the kindling glance of pride , And tender looks of sympathy and love , Sunk in forgetfulness she breathes alone . The brow of toil and care forgets ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ACROSTIC auld beaming beautiful sea blessed bread which perisheth bright bright promise brow Canongate country or faith Craigour Hall dark dear death Denison divine doon doth dream drink E'en earth earthly Edward Bruce fair faith to defy father flowers frae friends gentle sister Peace glory God's grace grave guest Hail our gentle hame Happy Land Hardcastle hath heart heaven holy Jesus JOHN HEYWOOD lassie life's look mamma Mary maun midst Miss Lydia Miss Spearwinkle Monody morning ne'er neath Neddy Bruce Never mind nigh o'er Onward through brief papa precious rest round Sabbath Saviour seem'd shining sing slumbers smile soon sorrow soul Sunday school Susan sweet tell thee thine things thou thought Thraldom in country thro truth Twas warl weary Willie winds yonder youth
Pasajes populares
Página 41 - There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given ; There rays divine...
Página 41 - Tis found above — in heaven. There is a soft, a downy bed, 'Tis fair as breath of even ; A couch for weary mortals spread, Where they may rest the aching head, And find repose...
Página 28 - God is a Spirit, infinite, eternal, and unchangeable, in his being, wisdom, power, holiness, justice, goodness, and truth.
Página 17 - I stand at the door and knock : if any man hear my voice, and opeu the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me ;
Página 20 - ... been washed and made white in the blood of the Lamb.
Página 106 - Ah ! sad is thy state, And dark is thy path ; Yet it is not too late To flee from God's wrath. Though by thy own story, Thou ow'st not the world, For forgetting His glory, His fury is hurl'd. Make haste to the Cross, Tis better than gold ; Who fails it his loss Can never be told.
Página 105 - MERCHANT. I. SURROUNDED with fears, In darkness I seem; Fast falling, my tears Out-gush like a stream. My conscience is stinging, And will not be still ; For to self I am clinging, With all my self-will. What, then, must I do ? I cannot...
Página 38 - Father, which hath sent me, draw him. Him that cometh unto me I will in no wise cast out.