Selections from the Writings of Mrs. Margaret M. Davidson: The Mother of Lucretia Maria and Margaret M. DavidsonLea & Blanchard, 1843 - 232 sider |
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... sound of wagons ; on hailing one of them , to her infinite relief , she found it to be the pro- perty of a respectable Quaker , whom she had often seen , and whose reputation she knew to be good . After some little hesitation , and the ...
... sound of wagons ; on hailing one of them , to her infinite relief , she found it to be the pro- perty of a respectable Quaker , whom she had often seen , and whose reputation she knew to be good . After some little hesitation , and the ...
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... sound of the evening gun came boom- ing over the waters , and the roll of the drum pealed upon her ear like the knell of death . The shadows of evening deepened around ; the clouds still wore a threatening aspect , and plainly indicated ...
... sound of the evening gun came boom- ing over the waters , and the roll of the drum pealed upon her ear like the knell of death . The shadows of evening deepened around ; the clouds still wore a threatening aspect , and plainly indicated ...
Side 39
... sound of the receding oars died on her ear , she felt as if her last hope had expired . Who can paint the desolation of those lonely ones ! The girl clung to Mrs. Stanley for protection with as much confi- dence as a babe to its mother ...
... sound of the receding oars died on her ear , she felt as if her last hope had expired . Who can paint the desolation of those lonely ones ! The girl clung to Mrs. Stanley for protection with as much confi- dence as a babe to its mother ...
Side 40
... sound of a horse - she started from her seat - it advanced -it was he - she strained her eyes and ears - it still advanced , and rapidly - it was he - the husband , whom a few minutes before she had thought never to see again . She flew ...
... sound of a horse - she started from her seat - it advanced -it was he - she strained her eyes and ears - it still advanced , and rapidly - it was he - the husband , whom a few minutes before she had thought never to see again . She flew ...
Side 41
... sound of a horse trotting briskly along the bank assailed her ears ; she flew to the door , and in the dim distance , the moon half obscured by clouds , saw a man riding towards the house . " Oh ! there he is ! that must be he ! no ! he ...
... sound of a horse trotting briskly along the bank assailed her ears ; she flew to the door , and in the dim distance , the moon half obscured by clouds , saw a man riding towards the house . " Oh ! there he is ! that must be he ! no ! he ...
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Amir Khan angel arms art thou battle beam beautiful blessed blood bloom bosom brave breast breath breeze bright brow calm Calmar Carril cheek chief child cloud cold Connal Cuthullin dark daughter Davidson dear death deep delight dread earth Erin's fair fame father fear feeble feel Fillan Fingal fled Gaul gaze glow grief hand harp hast hath heart heaven heroes hill hope hour husband Ianthe king light Lochlin lonely Lucretia LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON lyre maid maiden mamma Margaret mind Morna mother mournful neath never night noble o'er Ossian pale Peru Plattsburgh rest roll round scene shade sigh silent sister sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spear spirit Stanley storm stream Subahdar sunbeam Swaran sweet sword tears tempest thee thine thou thought trembling Twas uncon voice wave weep wild wind wing Written young youth
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Side 126 - O Lord my God, thou art very great ; thou art clothed with honour and majesty. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain...
Side 144 - And Abraham gat up early in the morning to the place where he stood before the LORD : and he looked toward Sodom and Gomorrah, and toward all the land of the plain, and beheld, and, lo, the smoke of the country went up as the smoke of a furnace.
Side 48 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream, and solemn vision, Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heavenly habitants Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal.
Side 44 - Notes borne by angels' purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. When, sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Shouldst thou still linger here above, Wilt thou not kneel beside my head, And, sister, sing the song I love?
Side 72 - In these poems," (" Amir Khan," &.c.) " there is enough of originality, enough of aspiration, enough of conscious energy, enough of growing power, to warrant any expectations, however sanguine, which the patrons, and the friends and parents, of the deceased, could have formed.
Side 59 - Thou gem of light ! my leading star ! What thou hast been, I strive to be ; When from the path I wander far, Oh, turn thy guiding beam on me. Teach me to fill thy place below, That I may dwell with thee above; To soothe, like thee, a mother's woe, And prove, like thine, a sister's love. Thou wert unfit to dwell with clay, For sin too pure, for earth too bright ! And Death, who called thee hence away Placed on his brow a gem of light...
Side 140 - And darkness fills the arch of heaven ; When not a murmur, not a sound To Fancy's sportive ear is given ; When the broad orb of heaven is bright, And looks around with golden eye ; When Nature...
Side 72 - I have been no more. The haunts I loved, the flowers I nursed Will bloom as sweetly still, But other hearts and other hands My vacant place shall fill. And even mighty love must fail To bind my memory here — Like fragrance round the faded rose, 'Twill perish with the year.
Side 189 - O thou great Source of joy supreme ! Whose arm alone can save, — Dispel the darkness that surrounds The entrance to the grave.
Side 67 - Till life seem'd ebbing in a tear— Till in that fleeting space of sight Were merged the feelings of a year. And I have heard the voice of song, Till my full heart gush'd wild and free, And my rapt soul would float along As if on waves of melody.