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... hours . She covered her face with her hands and wept . Little did she think she was looking for the last time upon the home of her youth . The Monumental City quickly disappeared in the distance , and she re- turned to the cabin to ...
... hours . She covered her face with her hands and wept . Little did she think she was looking for the last time upon the home of her youth . The Monumental City quickly disappeared in the distance , and she re- turned to the cabin to ...
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... hour came for us to part with my brother ; it was very sad to leave the little fellow , but three years old , among entire strangers . The lady of the house took him into the garden , so that we could go without his knowledge . When at ...
... hour came for us to part with my brother ; it was very sad to leave the little fellow , but three years old , among entire strangers . The lady of the house took him into the garden , so that we could go without his knowledge . When at ...
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... again . In my lonely hours of musing , I sometimes recall the scene when , shortly after my dear mother's death he gathered us all around him , and talked of our approaching separation ; methinks I can plainly hear 30 MARY L. DAY ,
... again . In my lonely hours of musing , I sometimes recall the scene when , shortly after my dear mother's death he gathered us all around him , and talked of our approaching separation ; methinks I can plainly hear 30 MARY L. DAY ,
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... will eat us ? " I shuddered at the question , they were so numerous in that vi- cinity ; even the rain falling upon the leaves I imagined the tread of a bear . In about an hour the rain ceased , the moon 36 MARY L. DAY ,
... will eat us ? " I shuddered at the question , they were so numerous in that vi- cinity ; even the rain falling upon the leaves I imagined the tread of a bear . In about an hour the rain ceased , the moon 36 MARY L. DAY ,
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Mary L. Day. In about an hour the rain ceased , the moon arose , and we again started in search of home ; for three hours we wandered on through the thickly - shaded , dark , wet wood , ere we came in sight of a dwelling - house . The ...
Mary L. Day. In about an hour the rain ceased , the moon arose , and we again started in search of home ; for three hours we wandered on through the thickly - shaded , dark , wet wood , ere we came in sight of a dwelling - house . The ...
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Page 162 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask? The conscience, friend, to have lost them...
Page 69 - So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Page 145 - As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth : For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone ; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Page 50 - O flowers That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye names, Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount...
Page 134 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down...
Page 113 - Sow ; and look onward, upward, Where the starry light appears, — Where, in spite of the coward's doubting, Or your own heart's trembling fears, You shall reap in joy the harvest You have sown to-day in tears.
Page 67 - 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; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Page 197 - And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep ; A shade that follows wealth or fame, And leaves the wretch to weep...
Page 77 - And whether we shall meet again, I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell take : For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius ! If we do meet again, why we shall smile ; If not, why then this parting was well made.
Page 77 - Thus, it is true, from the sad years of life We sometimes do short hours, yea minutes strike, Keen, blissful, bright, never to be forgotten ; Which, through the dreary gloom of time o'erpast, Shine like fair sunny spots on a wild waste.