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... Poor Poet , the By ROBERT ARTHUR , D. D. S. Peace be Unto Thee . By H. M. 192 Would I were a Poet . By M. C. DENVER , White Violet , to a · 202 216 Wife , the By T. S. ARTHUR , · 235 222 Wild - Wood Flower , the 230 By H. M .. 271 ...
... Poor Poet , the By ROBERT ARTHUR , D. D. S. Peace be Unto Thee . By H. M. 192 Would I were a Poet . By M. C. DENVER , White Violet , to a · 202 216 Wife , the By T. S. ARTHUR , · 235 222 Wild - Wood Flower , the 230 By H. M .. 271 ...
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Timothy Shay Arthur. For Arthur's Magazine . A SKETCH FROM THE HISTORY OF THE POOR . BY MRS . S. J. HALE . " Sorrow , early death , Sickness and poverty - O , these would be Her children's lot ! " HISTORY OF THE POOR . “ But you do not.
Timothy Shay Arthur. For Arthur's Magazine . A SKETCH FROM THE HISTORY OF THE POOR . BY MRS . S. J. HALE . " Sorrow , early death , Sickness and poverty - O , these would be Her children's lot ! " HISTORY OF THE POOR . “ But you do not.
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... poor woman like herself , but one who could feel a sympathy in those generous emotions which the most grovelling cares can never entirely repress in the heart of a true woman , -she told , with tears and smiles blended on her furrowed ...
... poor woman like herself , but one who could feel a sympathy in those generous emotions which the most grovelling cares can never entirely repress in the heart of a true woman , -she told , with tears and smiles blended on her furrowed ...
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... poor and unfortunate and the rich and prosperous make social life happier , and the whole community better and more ... poor , which would be felt and expressed towards an individual benefactor . If every lady who has it in her power ...
... poor and unfortunate and the rich and prosperous make social life happier , and the whole community better and more ... poor , which would be felt and expressed towards an individual benefactor . If every lady who has it in her power ...
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Timothy Shay Arthur. " Poor frightened creature ! " murmured the old man . I would not harm a hair of your head for the world . " Then adding ... poor girl , -but They cannot bear to have their own opinions called in 14 ARTHUR'S MAGAZINE .
Timothy Shay Arthur. " Poor frightened creature ! " murmured the old man . I would not harm a hair of your head for the world . " Then adding ... poor girl , -but They cannot bear to have their own opinions called in 14 ARTHUR'S MAGAZINE .
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Page 198 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 198 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Page 198 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — "The foe, they come! they come!" And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Page 20 - Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!' And loud that clarion voice replied. Excelsior! 'O stay,' the maiden said, 'and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Page 19 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 198 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 247 - The twilight hours, like birds, flew by, As lightly and as free ; Ten thousand stars were in the sky, Ten thousand on the sea : , For every wave with dimpled face, That leaped upon the air, Had caught a star in its embrace And held it trembling there.
Page 125 - His happy home, the ground. To left and right, The cuckoo told his name to all the hills; The mellow ouzel fluted in the elm; The redcap whistled; and the nightingale Sang loud, as tho
Page 275 - All strength — all terror, single or in bands, That ever was put forth in personal form — Jehovah — with his thunder, and the choir Of shouting Angels, and the empyreal thrones — I pass them unalarmed.
Page 198 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...