Ballou's Monthly Magazine, Volume 74Thomes & Talbot, 1891 |
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Page 44 - tis budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears ; The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.
Page 280 - Dancing and whirling the little leaves went; Winter had called them, and they were content ; Soon fast asleep in their earthy beds, The snow laid a coverlet over their heads.
Page 85 - Somewhat back from the village street Stands the old-fashioned country seat. Across its antique portico Tall poplar trees their shadows throw, And from its station in the hall An ancient timepiece says to all, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever...
Page 466 - THEY are slipping away— these sweet, swift years, Like a leaf on the current cast; With never a break in their rapid flow, We watch them as one by one they go Into the beautiful past.
Page 280 - COME, little leaves," said the wind one day, — " Come o'er the meadows with me, and play; Put on your dresses of red and gold : Summer is gone, and the days grow cold." Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call, Down they came fluttering, one and all ; Over the brown fields they danced and flew, Singing the soft little songs they knew...
Page 425 - E'en wondered at because he dropt no sooner; Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years; Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more, Till, like a clock worn out with eating Time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
Page 280 - Cricket, good-by ; we've been friends so long ! Little brook, sing us your farewell song — Say you are sorry to see us go : Ah ! you will miss us, right well we know.
Page 67 - Thank you, sir," said my Australian friend, " I will do so. And now, sir," he continued, " let me say how much I admire your voice. It is, without exception, the very finest and clearest voice I have ever heard.
Page 340 - Trees, and flowers, and streams, Are social and benevolent ; and he Who oft communeth in their language pure, Roaming among them at the cool of day, Shall find, like him who Eden's garden dressed, His Maker there, to teach his listening heart.
Page 67 - ... myself the pleasure of calling upon you about six o'clock. Till then, farewell!" A graceful wave of the hand, and my unknown friend had disappeared round the corner of the street. Now at last, I thought, something is going to happen in my uneventful life - something to break the monotony of existence. Of course, he must have inquired my name - he could get that from any of the cathedral vergers - and, as he said, he had observed whereabouts in the close I lived. What is he coming to see me for?...