Ladies' Magazine, Volume 1Putnam & Hunt, 1828 |
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... soul the recollections of a mother's early fondness , and finds not his character moulded by her constant and faithful assi- duities ? Who can be sufficiently grateful , when that fondness , and those assiduities have been enlightened ...
... soul the recollections of a mother's early fondness , and finds not his character moulded by her constant and faithful assi- duities ? Who can be sufficiently grateful , when that fondness , and those assiduities have been enlightened ...
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... soul with the enchanting robes of faith and piety ; and then man will ap- proach her with profound respect ; he will not enter her abode , till he can be assimilated to her attributes ; he will elevate his mind to her principles , give ...
... soul with the enchanting robes of faith and piety ; and then man will ap- proach her with profound respect ; he will not enter her abode , till he can be assimilated to her attributes ; he will elevate his mind to her principles , give ...
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... soul - ' twas a sad - sad token , Of reason fled - and a young heart broken . Then as if scenes of former days Flashed o'er her soul with thrilling rays , With hurried hand she swept the strings- ' Twas maddening grief's wild echoings ...
... soul - ' twas a sad - sad token , Of reason fled - and a young heart broken . Then as if scenes of former days Flashed o'er her soul with thrilling rays , With hurried hand she swept the strings- ' Twas maddening grief's wild echoings ...
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... soul , we feel as if it were indeed a fiction that we have been read- ing - we doubt if she were happy . We would not wish such a story turned into a sermon , but we maintain that the absence of the religious principle in it , takes ...
... soul , we feel as if it were indeed a fiction that we have been read- ing - we doubt if she were happy . We would not wish such a story turned into a sermon , but we maintain that the absence of the religious principle in it , takes ...
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... soul'd Genius lowly bent , And hailed him as a God . Wealth spread her treasures to his sight , Fame bade her clarion roll , But yet his sceptre seem'd to blight The freedom of the soul . And deep within his bosom lay The poison'd thorn ...
... soul'd Genius lowly bent , And hailed him as a God . Wealth spread her treasures to his sight , Fame bade her clarion roll , But yet his sceptre seem'd to blight The freedom of the soul . And deep within his bosom lay The poison'd thorn ...
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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.