The Edinburgh ladies' magazine1843 |
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Página 34
... DEAR NIECE , 66 " BERTRAM LODGE , March 12 . Although , from reasons unnecessary to explain , we have never had any personal intercourse , yet , be- lieve me , you have frequently been remembered in my prayers , and I have always felt ...
... DEAR NIECE , 66 " BERTRAM LODGE , March 12 . Although , from reasons unnecessary to explain , we have never had any personal intercourse , yet , be- lieve me , you have frequently been remembered in my prayers , and I have always felt ...
Página 39
... dear sake Alone I welcome thee ; But for the many touching thoughts Thou bringest back to me . Thoughts , not alas ! the feelings now— For , when youth's spring is o'er , There is no skill that shall again Their alter'd tone restore ...
... dear sake Alone I welcome thee ; But for the many touching thoughts Thou bringest back to me . Thoughts , not alas ! the feelings now— For , when youth's spring is o'er , There is no skill that shall again Their alter'd tone restore ...
Página 44
... DEAR SIR , -I bring this night a letter under cover , to keep it clean , as I wish you to have the kindness to seal it carefully up with fine red wax , and beautifully impressed with a finely engraved ele- gant seal , as I have not any ...
... DEAR SIR , -I bring this night a letter under cover , to keep it clean , as I wish you to have the kindness to seal it carefully up with fine red wax , and beautifully impressed with a finely engraved ele- gant seal , as I have not any ...
Página 49
... dear , why art thou sad , That frown upon thy brow ? The sun shines fair and all is glad , And sweet the spring winds blow . " Three gloomy days , three restless nights , And thou art silent still , — Sister , thy countenance affrights ...
... dear , why art thou sad , That frown upon thy brow ? The sun shines fair and all is glad , And sweet the spring winds blow . " Three gloomy days , three restless nights , And thou art silent still , — Sister , thy countenance affrights ...
Página 53
... DEAR SIR , I write this to - night , Monday ; I shall put it into the post - office to - morrow , Tuesday ; it will be in town on Wednesday ; and you will receive it at Greenwich on Thursday . Pray let me have some money on Friday ; I ...
... DEAR SIR , I write this to - night , Monday ; I shall put it into the post - office to - morrow , Tuesday ; it will be in town on Wednesday ; and you will receive it at Greenwich on Thursday . Pray let me have some money on Friday ; I ...
Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 293 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee : for whither thou goest, I will go ; and where thou lodgest I will lodge : thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God: " Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
Página 200 - For God speaketh once, yea twice, yet man perceiveth it not. In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumberings upon the bed; Then he openeth the ears of men, and sealeth their instruction, That he may withdraw man from his purpose, and hide pride from man.
Página 319 - Far from me and from my friends be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the ruins of lona.
Página 230 - Trust me, Clara Vere de Vere, From yon blue heavens above us bent, The gardener Adam and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent. Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts arc more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Página 58 - Vaga echoes through her winding bounds, And rapid Severn hoarse applause resounds. Who hung with woods you mountain's sultry brow? From the dry rock who bade the waters flow? Not to the skies in useless columns tost...
Página 70 - ... should be annihilated every thousand years : Supposing then that you had it in your choice to be happy all the while this prodigious mass...
Página 242 - For if the blood of bulls and of goats, and the ashes of an heifer sprinkling the unclean, sanctifieth to the purifying of the flesh : how much more shall the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered Himself without spot to God, purge your conscience from dead works to serve the living God...
Página 173 - But he that is an hireling, and not the shepherd, whose own the sheep are not, seeth the wolf coming, and leaveth the sheep, and fleeth ; and the wolf catcheth them, and scattereth the sheep.
Página 69 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven...
Página 230 - Clara, Clara Vere de Vere, If time be heavy on your hands, Are there no beggars at your gate, Nor any poor about your lands? Oh ! teach the orphan-boy to read, Or teach the orphan-girl to sew, Pray Heaven for a human heart, And let the foolish yeoman go.