The Lady's Annual: A Souvenir of Friendship and Remembrance for 1849. With Original Contributions by Female Writers |
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... Rose of Summer . By EMMA W. H. Love's Happy Hours . By MISS M. A. BROWNE , Love's Season . By G. M. Battle - field Scenes . By E. P. . 88 90 139 141 152 • 154 · 156 • By W. P. 159 210 Forgiveness , 212 A Vision of Dreams . By MISS SARAH ...
... Rose of Summer . By EMMA W. H. Love's Happy Hours . By MISS M. A. BROWNE , Love's Season . By G. M. Battle - field Scenes . By E. P. . 88 90 139 141 152 • 154 · 156 • By W. P. 159 210 Forgiveness , 212 A Vision of Dreams . By MISS SARAH ...
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... rose so suddenly into the soft eyes of her duteous child . Mothers , or wives , I meant to say , have a winning way of their own , particularly mild , submissive wives , such as Lucy's and what with her own influence as a wife , and her ...
... rose so suddenly into the soft eyes of her duteous child . Mothers , or wives , I meant to say , have a winning way of their own , particularly mild , submissive wives , such as Lucy's and what with her own influence as a wife , and her ...
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... began to toll : Clifford rose up instantly , and , without saying a word , led his wife to the castle . They entered the chapel there , in which the servants and the tenants had all assembled , and the chaplain was THE LOWLY LADY . 31.
... began to toll : Clifford rose up instantly , and , without saying a word , led his wife to the castle . They entered the chapel there , in which the servants and the tenants had all assembled , and the chaplain was THE LOWLY LADY . 31.
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... rose from flowers ; Each tree , and shrub , and every hill seemed to find a glad- some voice , And the tiny dew - drop uttered to its sheltering leaf " Re- joice . " Thus passed the blessed Sabbath . Alas ! too soon it passed- Oh , why ...
... rose from flowers ; Each tree , and shrub , and every hill seemed to find a glad- some voice , And the tiny dew - drop uttered to its sheltering leaf " Re- joice . " Thus passed the blessed Sabbath . Alas ! too soon it passed- Oh , why ...
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... roses , their stone vases filled with exotic shrubs , and their fountains sparkling in the evening light . Long flights of stone stairs led from the upper to the lower terraces , until they descended to the lowest , which was scarcely ...
... roses , their stone vases filled with exotic shrubs , and their fountains sparkling in the evening light . Long flights of stone stairs led from the upper to the lower terraces , until they descended to the lowest , which was scarcely ...
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Page 139 - Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue. Thus, with delight, we linger to survey The promised joys of life's unmeasured way ; Thus, from afar, each dim-discover'd scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been; And every form that Fancy can repair From dark oblivion, glows divinely there.
Page 139 - AT summer eve, when Heaven's ethereal bow Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below, Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Page 202 - E'en on the edge that wrought her death, Dying she breathes her sweetest breath, As if to token in her fall, Peace to her foes, and love to all. How hardly man this lesson learns, To smile and bless the hand that spurns, To see the blow and feel the pain, But render only love again!
Page 111 - I am !" With a broken heart I listened to the words of life ; for while I listened, my poor idiot child leaned upon me, and seemed to listen too — when I bowed my head at the name of Jesus the poor boy bowed his. They all knelt down ; but just then I was lost in the thoughtfulness of my despair : my son clasped my hand, and when I looked round I perceived that we alone were standing in the midst of the congregation. He looked me earnestly in the face, and kneeling down, he tried to pull me to kneel...
Page 66 - The merry mill-stream dashes Down to the sea below ; But in the quiet hollows The red trout groweth prime, For the miller and the miller's son To angle when they've time.
Page 92 - I arrived there only in time to follow the corpse of my beloved father to the grave. Immediately on my return from the funeral, my mother sent to me, requesting my attendance in her own apartment. Traces of a deep-seated grief were fresh upon her fine countenance, but she received me with calm seriousness. Love for her living child had struggled with her sorrow for the dead ; and she had chosen that hour to rouse me from the follies, from the sins of my past life. My mother was always a superior...
Page 142 - Annals of Great Britain, from the Accession of George III. to the Peace of Amiens " — forty years of eventful history, compiled without much accuracy of information, or any great elegance of style.
Page 91 - My servant endeavored to speak to me as I entered the house; but I repulsed him violently, and rushed up to my room. I locked the door, and sat down instantly to write a challenge. My hand trembled so much that it would not hold the pen : I started up and paced the room : the pen was again in my hand, when I heard a low, voice speaking earnestly at the door, entreating to be admitted. The voice was that of my father's old and favorite servant.
Page 99 - ... trembled all over, his fine coat and slender legs reeking and streaming with sweat ; in his other hand there was a horse-whip, with which the enraged boy was lashing the brutal groom. In a voice of loud anger, I called out. The child looked up ; and the man, who had before stood with his arms folded, and a smile of calm insolence on his face, now spoke with pretended mildness, more provoking to the child, but which then convinced me that Maurice was in fault. He spoke, but I silenced him, and...
Page 102 - He looked down on my trembling hand, and played with my fingers ; and when he saw the ring which I wore, he played with that, while the same idiot smile came back to his vacant countenance. My mother now led me from the room. I no longer refused to go. I felt that it was fit that I should " commune with my own heart, and in my chamber, and be still.