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... voice had power to cheer her fainting energies , and when a vast pall seemed to overspread the face of nature , yet they soon passed away , and the remembrance , that Jesus , her dear and gracious Saviour , was ever at hand , and watch ...
... voice had power to cheer her fainting energies , and when a vast pall seemed to overspread the face of nature , yet they soon passed away , and the remembrance , that Jesus , her dear and gracious Saviour , was ever at hand , and watch ...
Page 107
... voice soothed her weary spirit , she laid her head on his shoulder , and soon a refreshing and deep slumber stole over her senses ; one arm was around Antonio's neck , and the other rested on his knee , and she dreamed of angels hymning ...
... voice soothed her weary spirit , she laid her head on his shoulder , and soon a refreshing and deep slumber stole over her senses ; one arm was around Antonio's neck , and the other rested on his knee , and she dreamed of angels hymning ...
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... voice as she read to him , and felt daily the touch of her small hand at parting , and this was all he could expect . He At length , in a moment of excitement , George's secret escaped him . He was walking with Eliza through some ...
... voice as she read to him , and felt daily the touch of her small hand at parting , and this was all he could expect . He At length , in a moment of excitement , George's secret escaped him . He was walking with Eliza through some ...
Page 116
... child a staff and support to his withered spirit , and finally perfect his resignation , and bring him to join me in the bowers of Heaven ! " And Geraldine's heart was strengthened , and in a calm voice she 116 THE POET'S DAUGHTER .
... child a staff and support to his withered spirit , and finally perfect his resignation , and bring him to join me in the bowers of Heaven ! " And Geraldine's heart was strengthened , and in a calm voice she 116 THE POET'S DAUGHTER .
Page 117
Poet. heart was strengthened , and in a calm voice she endeavoured to prepare her beloved husband for his bereavement . Antonio interrupted her not , as she spoke , in a low whisper , that she might not be overheard by the boatman ; but ...
Poet. heart was strengthened , and in a calm voice she endeavoured to prepare her beloved husband for his bereavement . Antonio interrupted her not , as she spoke , in a low whisper , that she might not be overheard by the boatman ; but ...
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admiration affection agony Annesly Antonio appearance arms beautiful beloved Bently bewitching blessed bosom bright bright eyes calm carriage Catherine Brand Cellini charm cheek cheerful Chiara cold contemplated cottage countenance creature dark daughter dear death deep delight Derby dreams emotion expression eyes face fair father fearful feelings felt Florence gazed Genoa gentle George Dallas Geraldine girl glance Grantly grief hand happiness heart heaven Henry Emmerson hope hour husband Jessy Jessy's John Lady Sedley length lips listened look Louisa Malès manner melan mind morning mother nature ness never night noble passed peace poor prayed racter returned scarce scene Sedley's sight silence Sir Edward St Sir Herbert Sedley smile soft soon soothing sorrow soul spirit stood strove suddenly sweet tears tenderness Teresa THOMAS CURSON HANSARD thought tion told tones turned uncon unhappy voice whilst wife woman words young youth
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Page 278 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Page 265 - They mourn, but smile at length ; and, smiling, mourn : The tree will wither long before it fall ; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn ; The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness; the...
Page 182 - Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff d bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Page 262 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Page 147 - Time, in his own grey style, All that thou art. Art thou not void of guile, A lovely soul formed to be blest and bless ? A well of sealed and secret happiness, Whose waters like blithe light and music are, Vanquishing dissonance and gloom ? A Star Which moves not in the moving Heavens, alone...
Page 19 - Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Page 91 - Methought I heard a voice cry " Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
Page 226 - THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given; There is a joy for souls distressed; A balm for every wounded breast: 'T is found above — in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven, — • When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear— but heaven.
Page 182 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Page 200 - I know whence the shadow comes o'er you now Ye have strewn the dust on the sunny brow ! Ye have given the lovely to earth's embrace, She hath taken the fairest of beauty's race, With their laughing eyes and their...