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Page 47 - Oh, fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Page 438 - ... all blended into that glow of feeling, which finds its centre, and hope, and joy in HOME. From my soul I pity him whose soul does not leap at the mere utterance of that name. A home !—it is the bright, blessed, adorable phantom which sits highest on the sunny horizon that girdeth Life ! When shall it be reached ? When shall it...
Page 365 - ... up strains of melting woe, if the sigh of another's sorrow is wafted across its chords — even they — the spiders among readers — surmised erroneously respecting the minstrel, upon whose harp-strings neither dust nor rust ever accumulated. They were as ignorant as the printer, who grumbled at a blur in the middle of a racy paragraph. What was it to him that a tear had fallen there ? The eagle was the eagle yet, although her wing might flag wearily ere the eyrie was gained. Such a season...
Page 376 - ... sportsome waves, that all the day, Have flashed and danced in glee — Each rippling smile now passed away . With the autumn sun's red glare — Lie hushed — as happy children bow - At their mother's knee in prayer. The same sweet calm is on my heart ; The gently heaving tide Bears now no trace of storm that swept O'er it in angry pride. The surface sleeps all tranquilly O'er earth-born passions' grave, And a gleam, like that of heaven's first star Is trembling on the wave.
Page 365 - There is hope, and peace, and blessedness in store for yon " — and muffled the plaintive echo, wailed up from the deep recesses of the woman's heart — "but not for me!" She had no cause to waver in her trust in the truth and goodness of her brethren ; and every page and line inculcated the enlarged charity, learned while sitting at the feet of Him, " who spake as never man spake;" and oh! lesson fraught with reproof to thee, murmuring misanthrope! who suffered as never man suffered. The world...
Page 364 - ... in it. She had never said — " The end — what shall it be ?" As they had always loved one another more than all the world beside, they must continue the same through time and in eternity. A less refined or more prudent woman would have analyzed this feeling, and extirpated it before it had grown beyond her control — Isabel had rested, without question or fear, in the conviction that she was as dear to him as he was to her. She knew him for her soul-mate : the man's duller instinct erred....
Page 366 - Alma — she, indescribably lovely in her childish gleo at having him near her, hanging on his arm, gazing into eyes, full and radiant with the most ardent love of his soul — love she could only measure by hers, which was bestowed upon every petitioner, and in nearly equal bounties. And swift uprose the foe most inimical to man's contentment — the phantom that oftenest drives the haunted one to madness — "Might-have-been!
Page 14 - em. I'll bound he can sleep without rockin' this night, he's so sure he done feathered his nest well. As for my young miss, the pretty cretur don't like him no better than I do. I see her flinch, just like a bee had stung her, when he kissed her. I'll 'bey Mis', and take care of my chile, until I die in my tracks, but as for makin up my mind to like him, you may preach till your he-yar turns gray, and I won't do it.
Page 376 - In snnbright revelry; Nor echo back the tempest's shout And wild wind's anthem free ; Though in the deep, I look in vain For youthful visions fair — Let the rich pearls of Faith and Hope Lie fondly cradled there. Oh ! may thy love, as twilight dews, Upon my spirit rest, And still that ray of heavenly light Be mirrored in my breast ! EMMA DEN SOUTH WORTH.
Page 222 - I thought others — many — as blessed as myself, but gradually, wonderingly, I became aware of the misery, the self-love, the ignorance of everything that makes man most happy, that prevail in the world ; and, with the authority of an inspired command, the conviction dawned upon me that I had my mission ; that, freely as I had received, it was my duty to give — not merely to those in the limited sphere of my personal influence, but to the toiling, suffering masses whom my pen could touch.