The Lady's Friend, Volumen4Mrs. Henry Peterson Deacon & Peterson, 1864 |
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... walked a pathway lustrous , as all men saw . If angels ' eyes had read another history , if angels ' hands , knowing that perfection is won only through suffering , were leading her out of the dark mystery of sin , into the true light ...
... walked a pathway lustrous , as all men saw . If angels ' eyes had read another history , if angels ' hands , knowing that perfection is won only through suffering , were leading her out of the dark mystery of sin , into the true light ...
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... walked together , and made the world brighter and better by God's help as they went . Saddest sweetness of a dream forever done . The brave heart faltered , the tears came for a moment , then a quiet strength , not her own , wrapped the ...
... walked together , and made the world brighter and better by God's help as they went . Saddest sweetness of a dream forever done . The brave heart faltered , the tears came for a moment , then a quiet strength , not her own , wrapped the ...
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... walked in the rain and through long fields and dark woods , a full mile and a half to the cabin of the Widow Foster , and found her in the yard , calling , “ Charlie , Char- lie ! " Her little girl , between her sobs , told us the ...
... walked in the rain and through long fields and dark woods , a full mile and a half to the cabin of the Widow Foster , and found her in the yard , calling , “ Charlie , Char- lie ! " Her little girl , between her sobs , told us the ...
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... walked in . The grief of the poor mother was now terrible to witness ; she begged them not to give up so - to let her go out with Before the rain ceased , Mary would start , so them - Charlie would hear her if she called . the good ...
... walked in . The grief of the poor mother was now terrible to witness ; she begged them not to give up so - to let her go out with Before the rain ceased , Mary would start , so them - Charlie would hear her if she called . the good ...
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... walked meekly away from ner husband's study , mentally reproaching her- self for having obtruded her comparatively in- significant affairs upon his notice , and went out on the back porch , which opened into the kitchen - garden ...
... walked meekly away from ner husband's study , mentally reproaching her- self for having obtruded her comparatively in- significant affairs upon his notice , and went out on the back porch , which opened into the kitchen - garden ...
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Página 474 - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Página 515 - I hang like a roof, — The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist Earth was laughing below.
Página 474 - What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Página 662 - When they see it they shall be troubled with terrible fear, and shall be amazed at the strangeness of his salvation, so far beyond all that they looked for.
Página 662 - What hath pride profited us? or what good hath riches with our vaunting brought us? All those things are passed away like a shadow...
Página 640 - These are the masters who instruct us without rods and ferules, without hard words and anger, without clothes or money. If you approach them, they are not asleep ; if investigating you interrogate them, they conceal nothing ; if you mistake them, they never grumble ; if you are ignorant, they cannot laugh at you.
Página 57 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Página 492 - Next put it into a pitcher, and pour on it a pint or more of boiling water (according to the degree of strength you de.sire), and then, having covered it, let it set all night.
Página 74 - But are sailing to and fro. I have seen them in my sleep, Plunging through the shoreless deep, With tattered sails, and battered hulls, While around them screamed the gulls, Flying low — flying low. I have wondered why they stayed From me, sailing round the world ; And I've said, " I'm half afraid That their sails will ne'er be furled.
Página 74 - Ah ! each sailor in the port Knows that I have ships at sea, Of the waves and winds the sport, And the sailors pity me. Oft they come and with me walk, Cheering me with hopeful talk, Till I put my fears aside, And, contented, watch the tide Kise and fall, rise and fall.