Ladies' Magazine, Volume 1Putnam & Hunt, 1828 |
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... happiness , and the perpe- tuity of our dearest privileges . It is this public enthusi- asm in the cause of education which encourages the nu- merous aspirants for fame , or profit , to send forth their periodicals in every form that ...
... happiness , and the perpe- tuity of our dearest privileges . It is this public enthusi- asm in the cause of education which encourages the nu- merous aspirants for fame , or profit , to send forth their periodicals in every form that ...
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... happiness , and yet retain sufficient firmness to act with decision when circumstances shall require its exertion . pe- I have dwelt so long on the character of Fanny , ( how could it be avoided ? ) that I must be brief in the notice of ...
... happiness , and yet retain sufficient firmness to act with decision when circumstances shall require its exertion . pe- I have dwelt so long on the character of Fanny , ( how could it be avoided ? ) that I must be brief in the notice of ...
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... happiness of the community , will be readily admitted , if we advert to that powerful moral influence , which women hold over their children at the periods of infancy and childhood , and which is continued with their female children ...
... happiness of the community , will be readily admitted , if we advert to that powerful moral influence , which women hold over their children at the periods of infancy and childhood , and which is continued with their female children ...
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... happiness of man . We have thought we should subserve the purpose of the Magazine by introducing the subject of this memoir - Ma- dame Guizot - to our readers . There was enough of ro- mantic incident in her life to fix attention - her ...
... happiness of man . We have thought we should subserve the purpose of the Magazine by introducing the subject of this memoir - Ma- dame Guizot - to our readers . There was enough of ro- mantic incident in her life to fix attention - her ...
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... happiness . Re- flection became her resource against sorrow and ennui . Resolved to contend without weakness against all difficul- ties - opinions as well as events - she made it an immutable law to herself to yield only to reason . She ...
... happiness . Re- flection became her resource against sorrow and ennui . Resolved to contend without weakness against all difficul- ties - opinions as well as events - she made it an immutable law to herself to yield only to reason . She ...
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Popular passages
Page 411 - O'er Gunga's mimic sea ! I miss thee at the dawning gray, When, on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs I lay And woo the cooler wind. I miss thee when by Gunga's stream My twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side.
Page 328 - O'er other creatures: yet, when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best. All higher knowledge in her presence falls Degraded : wisdom in discourse with her Loses, discountenanced, and like folly shows...
Page 369 - Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Page 459 - WHAT is that, Mother ? The lark, my child ! The morn has but just looked out, and smiled ; When he starts, from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out, in his Maker's ear : Ever my child, be thy morn's first lays, Tuned,' like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, Mother...
Page 194 - ... durable, because more natural, and which, according to the different views in which we survey her, is capable either of exalting beyond measure, or diminishing the lustre of her character. This prejudice is founded on the consideration of her sex. When we contemplate...
Page 50 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Page 460 - What is that, mother ? The swan, my love. — He is floating down from his native grove, No loved one now, no nestling nigh ; He is floating down by himself to die ; Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when Death shall come, Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home.
Page 50 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh ! night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Page 150 - It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul alive.