Exemplary Women: A Record of Feminine Virtues and AchievementsJohn Hogg, 1882 - 370 էջ |
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... passed into her rest , but her works lived after her , as good work always lives . John Newton of Olney , the author of " Cardiphonia , " and , in conjunction with his friend Cowper , of the " Olney Hymns , " led in his youth an evil ...
... passed into her rest , but her works lived after her , as good work always lives . John Newton of Olney , the author of " Cardiphonia , " and , in conjunction with his friend Cowper , of the " Olney Hymns , " led in his youth an evil ...
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... passed almost entirely in Paris , at Livry , and latterly at Les Rochers in Brittany , with occasional visits to her daughter in Provence . Her married life had been as brief as it was unhappy , but her long widowhood was cheered and ...
... passed almost entirely in Paris , at Livry , and latterly at Les Rochers in Brittany , with occasional visits to her daughter in Provence . Her married life had been as brief as it was unhappy , but her long widowhood was cheered and ...
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... passed , and the youthful lovers were united . But if Lafayette loved his wife , he loved liberty also ; and when the American War of Inde- pendence broke out in 1777 , he offered his sword to those whom the British Government not ...
... passed , and the youthful lovers were united . But if Lafayette loved his wife , he loved liberty also ; and when the American War of Inde- pendence broke out in 1777 , he offered his sword to those whom the British Government not ...
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... passed the last three years without any hope of ever seeing him again ; to possess and hold the object of so much love anywhere , and under any conditions , was to her a living and daily bliss that no external circumstances could ...
... passed the last three years without any hope of ever seeing him again ; to possess and hold the object of so much love anywhere , and under any conditions , was to her a living and daily bliss that no external circumstances could ...
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... passed before her . She repeated with infinite emotion the Canticle of Tobias she had recited on first seeing the towers of Olmütz ; she recalled her secret tears at my departure for America - tears concealed in order that her parents ...
... passed before her . She repeated with infinite emotion the Canticle of Tobias she had recited on first seeing the towers of Olmütz ; she recalled her secret tears at my departure for America - tears concealed in order that her parents ...
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Էջ 21 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Էջ 208 - I must do it, as it were, in such weight, measure, and number, even so perfectly, as God made the world, or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened — yea, presently sometimes, with pinches, nips and bobs, and other ways, which I will not name for the honour I bear them, so without measure misordered — that I think myself in hell, till time come that I must go to Mr.
Էջ 20 - When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, 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?
Էջ 173 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Էջ 21 - Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile,) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here...
Էջ 160 - Wise men have said, are wearisome ; who reads Incessantly, and to his reading brings not A spirit and judgment equal or superior, ( And what he brings what needs he elsewhere seek ?) Uncertain and unsettled still remains, Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself, Crude or intoxicate, collecting toys And trifles for choice matters, worth, a sponge ; As.
Էջ 115 - My dear dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.
Էջ 188 - Life ! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear : — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not ' Good night ' — but in some brighter clime Bid me
Էջ 124 - Yet was there one thro' whom I loved her, one Not learned, save in gracious household ways, Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants, No Angel, but a dearer being, all dipt In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise, Interpreter between the Gods and men, Who...
Էջ 301 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.