The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, Volume 2Carson & Simpson, 1895 - Literature |
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... day . She died in 1877 . ALICE AND PHOEBE CAREY . THE HESE gifted poetesses were born on a farm about eight miles from Cincinnati , in 1820. They began early to write verses . Alice was always delicate in person and health , while her ...
... day . She died in 1877 . ALICE AND PHOEBE CAREY . THE HESE gifted poetesses were born on a farm about eight miles from Cincinnati , in 1820. They began early to write verses . Alice was always delicate in person and health , while her ...
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... Alice Day , as I said , being motherless , was much noticed by old Miss Gadsby , and received through her means a better education than was suited to her station , and when she grew up to be about seventeen or eighteen was reckoned one ...
... Alice Day , as I said , being motherless , was much noticed by old Miss Gadsby , and received through her means a better education than was suited to her station , and when she grew up to be about seventeen or eighteen was reckoned one ...
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... Alice Day impediment stood longer in the way and you were master of your own actions what was the acknowledgment as regarded me ? That I was disgraced - that I had no legal hold " ( Here , again , many lines are defaced . ) " I did not ...
... Alice Day impediment stood longer in the way and you were master of your own actions what was the acknowledgment as regarded me ? That I was disgraced - that I had no legal hold " ( Here , again , many lines are defaced . ) " I did not ...
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... day with the sunbeams And stealing their golden edge ; Not for the vines on the upland Where the bright - red berries rest , Nor the pinks , nor the pale , sweet cowslip , It seemeth to me the best . I once had a little brother With ...
... day with the sunbeams And stealing their golden edge ; Not for the vines on the upland Where the bright - red berries rest , Nor the pinks , nor the pale , sweet cowslip , It seemeth to me the best . I once had a little brother With ...
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Page 115 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. "And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
Page 24 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and...
Page 88 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Page 274 - The sea ! the sea ! the open sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round! It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Page 240 - An hour passed on — the Turk awoke; That bright dream was his last ; He woke — to hear his sentries shriek, " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek...
Page 101 - And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.
Page 379 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T
Page 101 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Page 101 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart ;— Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
Page 26 - As a wit, if not first, in the very first line: Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings, a dupe to his art. Like an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red. On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting; Twas only that when he was off he was acting.