The Oasis: Or, Golden Leaves of FriendshipN. L. Ferguson N. L. Dayton, 1852 - Всего страниц: 256 |
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... fading hue of the lily . There is nothing which gives to beauty a greater finish than the look of intelligence which makes the eye appear as the index of the soul ; and without that charm there is little permanent satisfaction in the ...
... fading hue of the lily . There is nothing which gives to beauty a greater finish than the look of intelligence which makes the eye appear as the index of the soul ; and without that charm there is little permanent satisfaction in the ...
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... faded , as they always did in the presence of any thing not perfectly good ; and in a few moments all the queen's attendants vanished , singing as they went , " The fairy queen ― Hath rarely seen Creature of earthly mould Within her ...
... faded , as they always did in the presence of any thing not perfectly good ; and in a few moments all the queen's attendants vanished , singing as they went , " The fairy queen ― Hath rarely seen Creature of earthly mould Within her ...
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... faded , and even came sadly upon the face of nature . Deep and mournful was the tone I flung upon the passing wind , and the fir- trees of the forest sent back a moan from their swaying branches , heavily swaying , as if for sym- pathy ...
... faded , and even came sadly upon the face of nature . Deep and mournful was the tone I flung upon the passing wind , and the fir- trees of the forest sent back a moan from their swaying branches , heavily swaying , as if for sym- pathy ...
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... faded . A flower in the sweet spot sprang up , And grew until its bloom was bright ; Then , in its prime , it sadly drooped , And closed its soft leaves on the light . A poet told its history , as he passed by , and sighed : " A flower ...
... faded . A flower in the sweet spot sprang up , And grew until its bloom was bright ; Then , in its prime , it sadly drooped , And closed its soft leaves on the light . A poet told its history , as he passed by , and sighed : " A flower ...
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... faded , Flings forth o'er its tomb Its velvet leaves laded With silent perfume ; Thus round me will hover In grief , or in glee , Till life's dream be over , Sweet memories of thee . As a sweet lute that lingers In silence alone ...
... faded , Flings forth o'er its tomb Its velvet leaves laded With silent perfume ; Thus round me will hover In grief , or in glee , Till life's dream be over , Sweet memories of thee . As a sweet lute that lingers In silence alone ...
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Стр. 217 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Стр. 236 - I forget the hallowed grove where by the winding Ayr we met, to live one day of parting love! Eternity will not efface those records dear of transports past; thy image at our last embrace — ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, o'erhung with wild woods...
Стр. 236 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care : Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Стр. 208 - It is not that my lot is low, That bids this silent tear to flow; It is not grief that bids me moan; It is that I am all alone. In woods and glens I love to roam, When the tired hedger hies him home; Or by the woodland pool to rest, When pale the star looks on its breast. Yet when the silent evening sighs, With hallow'd airs and symphonies, My spirit takes another tone, And sighs that it is all alone.
Стр. 159 - I know nothing that could, in this view, be said better, than " do unto others as ye would that others should do unto you...
Стр. 98 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our final rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Стр. 232 - My Highland lassie was a warm-hearted, charming young creature as ever blessed a man with generous love. After a pretty long tract of the most ardent reciprocal attachment, we met by appointment on the second Sunday of May, in a sequestered spot by the banks of Ayr, where we spent the day in taking...
Стр. 37 - An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? " Art thou a man — a patriot ? look around, O thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
Стр. 160 - If any man lack wisdom, let him ask of God, who giveth liberally and upbraideth not.
Стр. 232 - Again ye have heard that it hath been said by them of old time, Thou shalt not, forswear thyself, but shalt perform unto the Lord thine oaths...