The Ladies' Wreath: A Selection from the Female Poetic Writers of England and America : with Original Notices and Notes : Prepared Especially for Young Ladies : a Gift Book for All SeasonsSarah Josepha Buell Hale Marsh, Capen, Lyon, and Webb, 1839 - 408 páginas |
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... life supplies . She was not cre- ated from " dust , " and her affections are rarely absorbed by the things of the world . It is with human sympathies and loves , or the better and holier thoughts of an invisible and divine existence ...
... life supplies . She was not cre- ated from " dust , " and her affections are rarely absorbed by the things of the world . It is with human sympathies and loves , or the better and holier thoughts of an invisible and divine existence ...
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... life , " is applied to illustrate the danger to household order and tranquillity which the cultivation of female talent may realize . But this reasoning is very partial and inconclusive . It was not the genius of Byron , but the ...
... life , " is applied to illustrate the danger to household order and tranquillity which the cultivation of female talent may realize . But this reasoning is very partial and inconclusive . It was not the genius of Byron , but the ...
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... life , should have a salutary effect on the writer as well as the reader of her works . " No one who once the glorious sun hath seen , And all the clouds , and felt his bosom clean For his great Maker's presence , but must know What ' t ...
... life , should have a salutary effect on the writer as well as the reader of her works . " No one who once the glorious sun hath seen , And all the clouds , and felt his bosom clean For his great Maker's presence , but must know What ' t ...
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... Life , Female Faith , Musings , The Poet's Power , The Adieu , The Eve of St. John , Change , Woman's Destiny , Song , - 129 134 138 139 141 142 144 145 146 148 Mont Blanc , 149 Portrait Painting , 151 Stanzas on the Death of Mrs ...
... Life , Female Faith , Musings , The Poet's Power , The Adieu , The Eve of St. John , Change , Woman's Destiny , Song , - 129 134 138 139 141 142 144 145 146 148 Mont Blanc , 149 Portrait Painting , 151 Stanzas on the Death of Mrs ...
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... life , —thus proving that the cultivation of the highest gifts of intellect are not incompatible with the performance of our humblest duties . But the crowning grace of her genius was her love of the good . In her earlier studies she ...
... life , —thus proving that the cultivation of the highest gifts of intellect are not incompatible with the performance of our humblest duties . But the crowning grace of her genius was her love of the good . In her earlier studies she ...
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Términos y frases comunes
beauty beneath Bernard Barton bird blessed bloom breast breath breeze bright brow CAROLINE BOWLES charm cheek cheer child childhood's clouds cold dark dear death deep doth dreams earth earthly fade fair fancy fear feel Felicia Hemans flowers fond gathering gaze Genie genius gentle glow gone grace happy hath hear heart heaven Hemans holy hope hopes and fears hour Joanna Baillie lady life's light lips literary lonely look lute lyre Mary Howitt Mary Mitford mind mirth Mont Blanc mother Muse ne'er neath never night o'er passed poems poetry prayer pure rest Rienzi rose round shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stranger's heart sweet taste tears tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tone tree voice wave weary weep wild winds wings woman words young youth
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Página 25 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er. When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Página 283 - He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane like a fairy crept: Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped, By the light of the morn were seen Most beautiful things.
Página 127 - DOWN in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew, Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view.
Página 380 - Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Página 165 - We have been friends together— Shall a light word part us now? We have been gay together; We have laughed at little jests; For the fount of hope was gushing, Warm and joyous, in our breasts. But laughter now hath fled thy lip, And sullen glooms thy brow; We have been gay together— Shall a light word part us now?
Página 62 - Ye of the rose lip and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly ! With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay, Come forth to the sunshine, I may not stay. Away from the dwellings of care-worn men, The waters are sparkling in grove and glen ! Away from the chamber and sullen hearth, The young leaves are dancing in breezy mirth ! Their light stems thrill to the wild-wood strains, And youth is abroad in my green domains.
Página 62 - From the night-bird's lay through the starry time, In the groves of the soft Hesperian clime, To the swan's wild note by the Iceland lakes, When the dark fir-branch into verdure breaks.
Página 223 - I see Him, hear Him, everywhere, In all things — darkness, light, Silence, and sound ; but most of all, When slumber's dusky curtains fall, At the dead hour of night.
Página 31 - ... O'er his low bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are drest Above the noble slain : He wrapt his colours round his breast On a blood-red field of Spain. And one — o'er her the myrtle showers Its leaves, by soft winds fanned ; She faded midst Italian flowers — The last of that bright band. And parted thus they rest, who played Beneath the same green tree ; Whose voices mingled as they prayed Around one parent knee...
Página 282 - THE Frost looked forth one still, clear night, And whispered, " Now I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way. I will not go on like that blustering train, — The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain, But I'll be as busy as they...