Biography and Poetical Remains of the Late Margaret Miller DavidsonLea and Blanchard, 1841 - 359 sider |
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... Morning , - Lines written after she herself began to fear that her disease was past remedy , To my Old Home at Plattsburgh , 277 278 279 280 281 282 282 288 - 289 290 292 Fame , On my Mother's Fiftieth Birthday , The Storm hath Passed ...
... Morning , - Lines written after she herself began to fear that her disease was past remedy , To my Old Home at Plattsburgh , 277 278 279 280 281 282 282 288 - 289 290 292 Fame , On my Mother's Fiftieth Birthday , The Storm hath Passed ...
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... morning lessons completed , the rest of the day was devoted to recrea- tion ; occasionally sporting and gathering wild flowers on the banks of the Saranac ; though the extreme delicacy of her constitution prevented her taking as much ...
... morning lessons completed , the rest of the day was devoted to recrea- tion ; occasionally sporting and gathering wild flowers on the banks of the Saranac ; though the extreme delicacy of her constitution prevented her taking as much ...
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... morning , and towards sunset , when the heat of the day was over , she would stroll on the banks of the Sara- nac , following its course to where it pours itself into the beautiful Bay of Cumberland in Lake Champlain . There the rich ...
... morning , and towards sunset , when the heat of the day was over , she would stroll on the banks of the Sara- nac , following its course to where it pours itself into the beautiful Bay of Cumberland in Lake Champlain . There the rich ...
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... All their domestic occupations and amuse- ments were of an intellectual kind . Their mornings were spent in study ; the evenings enlivened by conversation , or by the work of some favourite author , 34 MISS MARGARET DAVIDSON .
... All their domestic occupations and amuse- ments were of an intellectual kind . Their mornings were spent in study ; the evenings enlivened by conversation , or by the work of some favourite author , 34 MISS MARGARET DAVIDSON .
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... morning and returned in the evening in an open carriage , with her father and one of her elder brothers , each of whom was confined to his respective office until night . In this way she was exposed to the rigours of an unusually cold ...
... morning and returned in the evening in an open carriage , with her father and one of her elder brothers , each of whom was confined to his respective office until night . In this way she was exposed to the rigours of an unusually cold ...
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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.