The Poughkeepsie Casket, Volumen 2Killey & Lossing, 1839 |
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... hours Come back again so sweetly , when I woke And lifted up my head , to kiss the cheek That bowed to meet me . And I ... hour , or when we walk'd Forth in the Spring amid rejoicing birds , Or whispering talk'd beside the winter fire ...
... hours Come back again so sweetly , when I woke And lifted up my head , to kiss the cheek That bowed to meet me . And I ... hour , or when we walk'd Forth in the Spring amid rejoicing birds , Or whispering talk'd beside the winter fire ...
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... hour can e'er be born ; Oh , let this moment then eternal be , And life one summer morn ! WM . H. SIMMONS . " I SEE THEE STILL . " I rocked her in the cradle , And laid her in the tomb . She was the youngest . What fireside circle hath ...
... hour can e'er be born ; Oh , let this moment then eternal be , And life one summer morn ! WM . H. SIMMONS . " I SEE THEE STILL . " I rocked her in the cradle , And laid her in the tomb . She was the youngest . What fireside circle hath ...
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... hour of trial . The contending emotions of hope and love now prostrate her delicate frame ; emotions more terrible await her , but I am pledged to be faithful . Take this package , ' said he , drawing it from his bosom , and by the holy ...
... hour of trial . The contending emotions of hope and love now prostrate her delicate frame ; emotions more terrible await her , but I am pledged to be faithful . Take this package , ' said he , drawing it from his bosom , and by the holy ...
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... hour was strewn with the dead and disabled . Part of them had been set free on a rising ground at a distance ; they no soon- er heard the roar of battle , than they came When Prometheus had animated his plastic thundering down over the ...
... hour was strewn with the dead and disabled . Part of them had been set free on a rising ground at a distance ; they no soon- er heard the roar of battle , than they came When Prometheus had animated his plastic thundering down over the ...
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... hour - nothing exists to me but heaven and its pure inhabitants , and all worldly thoughts are drowned in high commu- ning . If there is such a thing as pain I have forgotten now what it is , for Heaven's calm , pure happiness is mine ...
... hour - nothing exists to me but heaven and its pure inhabitants , and all worldly thoughts are drowned in high commu- ning . If there is such a thing as pain I have forgotten now what it is , for Heaven's calm , pure happiness is mine ...
Términos y frases comunes
Amenia appear Azan beautiful blessed bosom breath bright brow called character child Christian church Claudius COMUS Cortland dark daugh daughter dear death door Dutchess county earth exclaimed eyes fair father feelings feet female Fishkill flowers gaze girl give grace grave Greece hand happy hath head heard heart heaven honor hope hour husband inst KILLEY lady land light lips literary live look Main-street marriage married Mary ment mind Miss moral morning mother nature Nero never New-York night o'er Parrhasius passed person Poughkeepsie Casket Red Hook replied Rhinebeck scene Sheshbazzar smile soon soul spirit stringed instrument sweet tears thee things thou thought tion trees Union Vale village voice Wargrave wife woman words young youth Zeuxis Zuma
Pasajes populares
Página 80 - I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own.
Página 54 - The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul. The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
Página 54 - I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber. Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
Página 67 - And hitting and splitting, And shining and twining, And rattling and battling, And shaking and quaking, And pouring and roaring, And waving and raving...
Página 107 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, uncertain, coy, and hard to please, and variable as the shade by the light, quivering aspen made ; when pain and anguish wring the brow, a ministering angel thou...
Página 98 - She heard me thus, and, though divinely brought, Yet innocence and virgin modesty, Her virtue, and the conscience of her worth, That would be...
Página 59 - Not in the least. He made himself a mean, dirty fellow for that very end. He has paid his health, his conscience, his liberty for it; and will you envy him his bargain ? Will you hang your head and blush in his presence because he outshines you in equipage and show ? Lift up your brow with a noble confidence, and say to yourself, I have not these things, it is true ; but it is because I have not sought, because I have not desired them; it is because I possess something better. I have chosen my lot....
Página 120 - Take care of the pence and the pounds will take care of themselves is as true of personal habits as of money.
Página 74 - I envy no quality of the mind or intellect in others ; not genius, power, wit, or fancy: but, if I could choose what would be most delightful, and, I believe, most useful to me, I should prefer a firm religious belief to every other blessing; for it makes life a discipline of goodness — creates new hopes, when all earthly hopes vanish ; and throws over the decay, the destruction of existence, the most gorgeous of all lights ; awakens life even in death, and from corruption and decay calls up beauty...
Página 102 - There rose a shuddering sob, As if the bosom by some hidden sword Was cleft in twain. Morn came — a blight had found The crimson velvet of the unfolding bud, The harp-strings rang a thrilling strain, and broke — And that young mother lay upon the earth In childless agony. Again the voice That stirred her vision : " He who asked of thee, Loveth a cheerful giver.