Biography and Poetical Remains of the Late Margaret Miller DavidsonLea and Blanchard, 1841 - 359 sider |
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... wings . " " Your new wings ! When will you get them ? ” " Oh soon , very soon ; and then I shall fly ! " " She loved , " says her mother , " to sit hour after hour on a cushion at my feet , her little arms resting upon my lap , and ...
... wings . " " Your new wings ! When will you get them ? ” " Oh soon , very soon ; and then I shall fly ! " " She loved , " says her mother , " to sit hour after hour on a cushion at my feet , her little arms resting upon my lap , and ...
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... wing , her fairy form scarcely seemed to touch the earth as she passed . " She was at times in a kind of ecstasy from the excitement of her imagination and the exube- rance of her pleasurable sensations . In such moods every object of ...
... wing , her fairy form scarcely seemed to touch the earth as she passed . " She was at times in a kind of ecstasy from the excitement of her imagination and the exube- rance of her pleasurable sensations . In such moods every object of ...
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... wings of time . As the autumn approached , however , I could plainly perceive that her health was again declining . The chilly winds from the lake were too keen for her weak lungs . My own health too was failing ; it was determined ...
... wings of time . As the autumn approached , however , I could plainly perceive that her health was again declining . The chilly winds from the lake were too keen for her weak lungs . My own health too was failing ; it was determined ...
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... thee flow . May the Almighty Father spread His sheltering wings above thy head ; It is not long that we must part , Then cheer thy downcast , drooping heart . Remember , oh remember me , Unceasing is my love 28 MISS MARGARET DAVIDSON .
... thee flow . May the Almighty Father spread His sheltering wings above thy head ; It is not long that we must part , Then cheer thy downcast , drooping heart . Remember , oh remember me , Unceasing is my love 28 MISS MARGARET DAVIDSON .
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... wing'd its way To blessed immortality . That dying smile , that dying groan , I never , never can forget , Till death's cold hand hath clasp'd my own , His impress on my brow has set . Those low , and sweet , and plaintive tones , Which ...
... wing'd its way To blessed immortality . That dying smile , that dying groan , I never , never can forget , Till death's cold hand hath clasp'd my own , His impress on my brow has set . Those low , and sweet , and plaintive tones , Which ...
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Biography and Poetical Remains of the Late Margaret Miller Davidson Margaret Davidson Begrænset visning - 2024 |
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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.