The Ladies' Illustrated Keepsake, Volume 3J.S. Taylor., 1854 |
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... brow through all time as the price of his sustenance ; and we know too that so linked are duty and enjoyment - figuratively the sweat of his brow and the fruit of the earth - that the performance of the first invari- ably brings the ...
... brow through all time as the price of his sustenance ; and we know too that so linked are duty and enjoyment - figuratively the sweat of his brow and the fruit of the earth - that the performance of the first invari- ably brings the ...
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... brow she places the laurel wreath , and lifting up her voice , she swells her clarion notes till their tones reach every heart , and distant ages re - echo the deep , thrilling strains . All too late to THEM comes her pleasant song ...
... brow she places the laurel wreath , and lifting up her voice , she swells her clarion notes till their tones reach every heart , and distant ages re - echo the deep , thrilling strains . All too late to THEM comes her pleasant song ...
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... brow , but she heeded not my touch . Grief was rending her garments and weeping aloud . The whole citadel was in mourning . Joy had taken up the timbrel and harp , and left the citadel offended , because Friendship and young Love had ...
... brow , but she heeded not my touch . Grief was rending her garments and weeping aloud . The whole citadel was in mourning . Joy had taken up the timbrel and harp , and left the citadel offended , because Friendship and young Love had ...
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... brow ! Seemeth not the earth to greet thee With a soft and winning smile ? And the nodding buds to meet thee , Laughing , as they bend the while ? Dost thou ever dream that sadly Thou wilt hail the summer breeze ? And the little birds ...
... brow ! Seemeth not the earth to greet thee With a soft and winning smile ? And the nodding buds to meet thee , Laughing , as they bend the while ? Dost thou ever dream that sadly Thou wilt hail the summer breeze ? And the little birds ...
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... flame , Those tresses falling bright and free , The brow where " beauty writes her name , " On fancy rush ; I think of thee . THE ROMANCE OF HISTORY . EARLY LOVE OF QUEEN ELIZABETH 118 I THINK OF THEE . How to Live 39 Think of Thee.
... flame , Those tresses falling bright and free , The brow where " beauty writes her name , " On fancy rush ; I think of thee . THE ROMANCE OF HISTORY . EARLY LOVE OF QUEEN ELIZABETH 118 I THINK OF THEE . How to Live 39 Think of Thee.
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Page 334 - had roused his better nature, impelling the wanderer to return. And now I was in the midst of a festive scene where were gathered " Beauty and chivalry ; And bright the lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men, And all went merry as a
Page 58 - she too much indulged thy fond pursuit; She sowed the seeds, but death has reaped the fruit. "Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain. No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
Page 39 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Then go not like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon; but
Page 338 - teaches us to love the Lord with all our heart, with all our soul, and with all our might. It teaches us to love our neighbor as ourselves. It teaches us to assist the distressed! to> succor the widow—to protect the orphan. It teaches us to love all mankind, to have respect for their opinions, to hide their faults, to return our
Page 14 - animal, and may jump ag'in.' Natty maintained his position in front of the maidens, most fearlessly, notwithstanding the violent bounds and threatening aspect of the wounded panther, which gave several indications of returning strength and ferocity, until his rifle was again loaded, when he stepped up to the enraged animal, and placing the muzzle close to
Page 58 - TO HENRY KIRK WHITE. ,; Unhappy White ! while life was in its spring And thy young muse just waved her joyous wing, The spoiler came, and all thy promise fair Has sought the grave, to sleep forever there.
Page 13 - inches from her broad feet. Miss Temple did not, or could not move. Her hands were clasped in the attitude of prayer, but her eyes were still drawn to her terrible enemy—her cheeks were blanched to the whiteness of marble, and her lips were slightly separated with horror. The
Page 13 - seemed now to have arrived for the fatal termination, and the beautiful figure of Elizabeth was bowing meekly to the stroke, when a rustling of leaves from behind seemed rather to mock the organs, than to meet her ears. ' Hist! hist!' said a low voice—
Page 239 - have knelt, Implore, beseech, and pray— Strive the besotted heart to melt, The downward course to stay ; Be dashed with bitter curse aside, Your prayers burlesqued, your tears defied. Go weep as I have wept, O'er a loved father's fall— See every promised blessing swept— Youth's sweetness turned to gall— Life's fading flowers strew'd all the way
Page 337 - of adoration. To villify the religion and customs of other men, is to set at nought the religion of the Almighty. When we deface a picture, we naturally incur the resentment of the painter, and justly has the poet said, " presume not to arraign or scrutinize the various works of power Divine.