The Junior Ladies' Reader: A Choice and Varied Collection of Prose and Verse : with a Synopsis of the Elementary Principles of Elocution : Expressly Adapted for the Use of the Young and Designed as an Introduction to "The Ladies' Reader"E.H. Butler, 1860 - 312 pages |
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angel arms beautiful birds bless bound breath bright called child close cold dark dead dear death deep door dream earth eyes face fair fall father fear felt fire flowers followed friends gave girl give green grew hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hour kind knew lady land leaves light living looked Mary mean mind morning mother never night o'er passed play poor prayer Quaker remember rest rose round seemed seen shillings side sing sleep song soon soul sound spirit stars stones stood stranger stream sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought took tree turned voice watch waves whole wild wind wings wonder wood young
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Page 151 - fever on my brow! I remember, I remember, The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky ; It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a bov.
Page 249 - THE sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies. I'm on the sea! I'm on the sea! I am where I would ever he, With the blue above, and the blue below, And silence
Page 308 - How does the water come down at Lodore ? Here it comes sparkling, And there it lies darkling; Here smoking and frothing, Its tumult and wrath in, It hastens along, conflicting and strong; Now striking and raging, As if a war waging, Its caverns and rocks among. Kising and leaping, Sinking and creeping, Swelling and
Page 27 - They, through faith, subdued kingdoms', wrought righteousness'; obtained promises', stopped the mouths of lions', quenched the violence of fire', escaped the edge of the sword', out of weakness were made strong', waxed valiant in fight", and turned to flight the armies of the
Page 167 - from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom! "The grave hath won thee. I shall hear the gush Of music, and the voices of the young; And life will pass me in the mantling blush, And the dark tresses to the soft winds flung;— But thou no more, with thy sweet voice, shall come, To
Page 102 - him midst shame and scorn; My friendship's utmost zeal to try, He asked if I for him would die; The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill, But the free spirit cried, " I will." Then in a moment to my view The stranger darted from disguise, He spake; and my poor name He
Page 129 - His face is growing sharp and thin;— Alack! our friend is gone, Close up his eyes—tie up his chin— Step from the corpse; and let him in That standeth there alone, And waiteth at the door. There's a new foot on the floor, my friends, And a new face at the door, my friends, The new year's at the door.
Page 186 - As lightly and as free; Ten thousand stars were in the sky, Ten thousand on the sea ; For every wave with dimpled face, That leaped upon the air, Had caught a star in its embrace, And held it trembling there. The young moon, too, with upturned sides Her mirrored beauty gave, And, as a
Page 64 - HOOD. THOU happy, happy elf! (But stop—first let me kiss away that tear) Thou merry, laughing sprite! With spirits feather light, Untouched by sorrow, and unsoiled by sin, (Good heavens! the child is swallowing a pin!) Thou little tricksy Puck! With antic toys so funnily bestuck, Light as the
Page 101 - But long they looked, and feared, and wept, Within his distant home; And dreamed, and started as they slept, For joy that he was come. So long they looked—but never spied His welcome step again, Nor knew the fearful death he died Far down that narrow glen. THE STRANGER AND HIS