Fanny Hervey; or, The mother's choice [by mrs. Stirling].Chapman and Hall, 1849 |
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Page 300 - I hear! —But there's a Tree, of many one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Page 293 - There is a path which no fowl knoweth, and which the vulture's eye hath not seen: the lion's whelps have not trodden it, nor the fierce lion passed by it.
Page 18 - What a strange scene if the surge of conversation could suddenly ebb like the tide, and [show] us the state of people's real minds ! Savary might have been gay in such a party with all his forgeries in his heart. " No eyes the rocks discover Which lurk beneath the deep.
Page 300 - Ye blessed creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee, My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel— I feel it all. Oh, evil day ! if I were sullen While the earth herself is adorning, This sweet May morning, And the children are pulling On every side.
Page 298 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Page 243 - Let them know that it is not in man that walketh to direct his steps; that we are not sufficient of ourselves to think any good thing; that we are without strength, alienated from the life of God, through the...
Page 69 - She tried to go on with her work, but her hands trembled so much that she could no longer guide the needle.