Biography and Poetical Remains of the Late Margaret Miller DavidsonLea and Blanchard, 1841 - 359 sider |
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... cheek , and the almost unearthly lustre of her eye , I felt convinced that she was not long for this world ; in truth , she already appeared more spiritual than mortal . We parted , and I never saw her more . Within three years ...
... cheek , and the almost unearthly lustre of her eye , I felt convinced that she was not long for this world ; in truth , she already appeared more spiritual than mortal . We parted , and I never saw her more . Within three years ...
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... his lilies on thy pallid cheek , But sorrow , keenest , darkest , biting sorrow ! When love would seek to lead thy heart from grief , And fondly pleads one cheering look to view , A sad , a faint sad smile one instant gleams BIOGRAPHY . 39.
... his lilies on thy pallid cheek , But sorrow , keenest , darkest , biting sorrow ! When love would seek to lead thy heart from grief , And fondly pleads one cheering look to view , A sad , a faint sad smile one instant gleams BIOGRAPHY . 39.
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... cheek , beguiled the anxious forebodings that had been indulged concerning her . " A strong hope was rising in my heart , " says her mother , " that our frail , delicate blossom would continue to flourish , and that it was possible I ...
... cheek , beguiled the anxious forebodings that had been indulged concerning her . " A strong hope was rising in my heart , " says her mother , " that our frail , delicate blossom would continue to flourish , and that it was possible I ...
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... cheek . " We now found , " says Mrs. Davidson , " that private teachers were not be procured at Ruremont , and I feared to have her enter upon a course of study which had been talked of , before we came to this place . I thought she was ...
... cheek . " We now found , " says Mrs. Davidson , " that private teachers were not be procured at Ruremont , and I feared to have her enter upon a course of study which had been talked of , before we came to this place . I thought she was ...
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... cheek grew pale , his step languid , and his bright eye heavy . Instead of rolling the hoop , and bounding across the lawn to meet his sister on her return from the city , he drooped by the side of his feeble mother , and could not bear ...
... cheek grew pale , his step languid , and his bright eye heavy . Instead of rolling the hoop , and bounding across the lawn to meet his sister on her return from the city , he drooped by the side of his feeble mother , and could not bear ...
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Side 145 - WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Side 57 - 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 34 - I've watch'd the fresh'ning shower Bending the summer tree and flower, And felt my little heart beat high As the bright rainbow graced the sky. Could I but see thee once again, My own, my beautiful Champlain! And shall I never see thee more, My native lake, my much-loved shore? And must I bid a long adieu, My dear, my infant home, to you? Shall I not see thee once again, My own, my beautiful Champlain?
Side 229 - By this means it had remained standing for several hundred years, in defiance of storms and earthquakes, while almost all other buildings of the Moors had fallen to ruin and disappeared. This spell, the tradition went on to say, would last until the hand on the outer arch should reach down and grasp the key, when the whole pile would tumble to pieces, and all the treasures buried beneath it by the Moors would be revealed.
Side 98 - Tis a joyous hour of mirth and love, And my heart is overflowing ! Come, let us raise our thoughts above, While pure, and fresh, and glowing. 'T is the happiest day of the rolling year, But it comes in a robe of mourning Nor light, nor life, nor bloom is here Its icy shroud adorning. It comes when all around is dark, 'Tis meet it so should be, For its joy is the joy of the happy heart, The spirit's jubilee.
Side 55 - I hovered upon the borders of the grave; and when I arose from this bed of pain, so feeble that I could not sustain my own weight, it was to witness the rupture of a blood-vessel in her lungs, caused by exertions to suppress a cough. Oh, it was agony to see her thus! I was compelled to conceal every appearance of alarm, lest the agitation of her mind should produce fatal consequences. As I seated myself by her, she raised her speaking eyes to mine with a mournful, inquiring gaze; and as she read...
Side 141 - By the soft cords of heavenly love, When the vain cares of earth depart, And tuneful voices swell my heart, Then shall each word, each note I raise, Burst forth in pealing hymns of praise, And all not offered at His shrine, Dear mother, I will place on thine.
Side 34 - Thy verdant banks, thy lucid stream, Lit by the sun's resplendent beam, Reflect each bending tree so light Upon thy bounding bosom bright. Could I but see thee once again, My own, my beautiful Champlain! The little isles that deck thy breast, And calmly on thy bosom rest, How often, in my childish glee, I've sported round them, bright and free! Could I but see thee once again, My own, my beautiful Champlain!
Side 293 - Yes, mother, fifty years have fled, With rapid footsteps, o'er thy head ; Have past with all their motley train, And left thee on thy couch of pain ! How many smiles and sighs and tears, How many hopes and doubts and fears Have vanished with that lapse of years.