Rena: Or, The Snow BirdT.B. Peterson & Bros., 1889 - 273 sider |
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almshouse arms asked Aunt Debby beautiful Bellevue born rich bosom breath brother brow called charity girl cheek child cold Colonel Fay countenance cried Cygnet dared dark dear Debby's deep door exclaimed eyes face farmer's daughter father fear feel felt flashing flowers gazing gentle glance glowing green hair hand Hannah happiness head heard heart heaven Henry Henry's Herbert Lindsey honour horse hour kind knew lady leave Lindsey's lips little girl looked mean race morning mother mulled wine neck never night pale passion poor pride racter remember Rena Rena's ride round Sachem scarlet band seemed Sherwood Lindsey skating smile snow Snowbird soft speak spirit Stella stood strange Sunny Sunny Dell sweet tears tell tender Thanksgiving eve thought tippet Titmouse told turned voice walk warm wife wild wish woman youth
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Side 13 - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, » And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven...
Side 36 - Batavia rushes forth; and as they sweep, On sounding skates, a thousand different ways, In circling poise, swift as the winds, along, The then gay land is maddened all to joy.
Side 255 - Upon the dark and stormy tides where life Gives battle to the elements ; and man Wrestles with man for some slight plank, whose weight Will bear but one, while round the desperate wretch The hungry billows roar, and the fierce Fate, Like some huge monster, dim-seen through the surf, Waits him who drops ; ye safe and formal men, Who write the deeds, and with unfeverish hand Weigh in nice scales the motives of the great...
Side 65 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, And steps of...
Side 81 - ... hung from the centre of the apartment, went to give directions on the subject of dinner. Mr Forester observed, from the appearance of the drawing materials, that they had been hastily left, and he saw that the last subject on which Anthelia had been employed was a sketch of Redrose Abbey. He sate with his head leaning on his hand, and his eyes fixed on the drawing in perfect silence. Mr Fax thought it best not to disturb his meditations, and took up a volume that was lying open on the table,...
Side 108 - Yet was I calm : I knew the time My breast would thrill before thy look ; But now to tremble were a crime — We met, — and not a nerve was shook. I saw thee gaze upon my face, Yet meet with no confusion there : One only feeling couldst thou trace ; The sullen calmness of despair. Away ! away ! my early dream Remembrance never must awake : Oh ! where is Lethe's fabled stream ? My foolish heart be still, or break.
Side 55 - I saw her once — so freshly fair, That, like a blossom just unfolding, She opened to life's cloudless air, And Nature joyed to view its moulding : Her smile, it haunts my memory yet — Her cheek's fine hue divinely glowing — Her rosebud mouth — her eyes of jet — Around on all their light bestowing...
Side 175 - The wintry west extends his blast, And hail and rain does blaw; Or the stormy north sends driving forth The blinding sleet and snaw: While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down, And roars frae bank to brae; And bird and beast in covert rest, And pass the heartless day. "The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast...
Side 151 - I've wandered west, Through many a weary way ; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn on Beltane e'en, May weel be black 'gin Yule ; But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule.
Side 40 - Stella was domiciliated at Sunny Dell. A beautiful child is certainly the most beautiful object in the world. The incarnation of innocence, sweetness, and grace ; fresh from the hands of its Creator, before temptation has obscured, or sin marred or passion darkened the image of the Deity; it comes before the world-weary eye, a flower sparkling with the dews of Paradise, and breathing the fragrance of Heaven.