May You Like itT. Boys, 1822 - 272 pages |
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... young to die ; but it is dying away from my own country , my own beloved family . " Miranda had run into the room where her parents were sitting : she threw herself into her 15 mother's arms , and sobbed aloud : " Oh ! J4 ROSINE .
... young to die ; but it is dying away from my own country , my own beloved family . " Miranda had run into the room where her parents were sitting : she threw herself into her 15 mother's arms , and sobbed aloud : " Oh ! J4 ROSINE .
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Charles Benjamin Tayler. mother's arms , and sobbed aloud : " Oh ! I shall never , never forgive myself , " she said ... arm . " - " I am come to sit with you , " said the old lady , as she entered Rosine's chamber . " You " will forgive ...
Charles Benjamin Tayler. mother's arms , and sobbed aloud : " Oh ! I shall never , never forgive myself , " she said ... arm . " - " I am come to sit with you , " said the old lady , as she entered Rosine's chamber . " You " will forgive ...
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... arm no more Its former rounded beauty wore , But every azure vein within Shone through the soft transparent skin ; The touching charm , the pensive grace , Diffused around her form and face ; Her pure decaying loveliness , Might well ...
... arm no more Its former rounded beauty wore , But every azure vein within Shone through the soft transparent skin ; The touching charm , the pensive grace , Diffused around her form and face ; Her pure decaying loveliness , Might well ...
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... blush her virtues lend her . o wreaths her hair confining , o gems her arms entwining , But with eyes more bright Than the sapphire's light , Where love's purest flame is shining . never meet again in this world , we shall never red. ...
... blush her virtues lend her . o wreaths her hair confining , o gems her arms entwining , But with eyes more bright Than the sapphire's light , Where love's purest flame is shining . never meet again in this world , we shall never red. ...
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... flee Frae that dear cheek sae palely fair . Deem not the birken siller stems Which glisten in the soft moonlight , Where ev'ning hangs her dewy gems , The burnish'd arms o ' hostile knight . Then dinna , dinna tremble so , Let love , OR ...
... flee Frae that dear cheek sae palely fair . Deem not the birken siller stems Which glisten in the soft moonlight , Where ev'ning hangs her dewy gems , The burnish'd arms o ' hostile knight . Then dinna , dinna tremble so , Let love , OR ...
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Page 52 - Come unto me all ye that labour and are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.
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Page 197 - Yet thou sayest, Because I am innocent, surely his anger shall turn from me. Behold, I will plead with thee, because thou sayest, I have not sinned.
Page 103 - Philip findeth Nathanael, and saith unto him, We have found him of whom Moses in the law and the prophets did write, Jesus of Nazareth, the son of Joseph.
Page 155 - Lie not ; but let thy heart be true to God, Thy mouth to it, thy actions to them both.
Page viii - Here the self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, The apostle of affliction, he who threw Enchantment over passion, and from woe Wrung overwhelming eloquence, first drew The breath which made him wretched : yet he knew How to make madness beautiful, and cast O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heavenly hue Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they past The eyes, which o'er them shed tears feelingly and fast.
Page 59 - If the world hate you, ye know that it hated me before it hated you. If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you.
Page 219 - Athenian walls from ruin bare. IX. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY. LADY, that in the prime of earliest youth Wisely hast shunned the broad way and the green, And with those few art eminently seen, That labour up the hill of heavenly truth, The better part with Mary and with Ruth Chosen thou hast...
Page xiv - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow ; While angels with their silver wings o'ersluide The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
Page 128 - So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.