The Fairy Bower: Or, The History of a Month : a TaleD. Appleton, 1847 - 310 páginas |
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... began music . Her hour of practice was also an hour of eager wonderment and anticipation ; over all the words she heard that seemed to introduce her to the world without ; over all the little incidents of the day , and the pleasures ...
... began music . Her hour of practice was also an hour of eager wonderment and anticipation ; over all the words she heard that seemed to introduce her to the world without ; over all the little incidents of the day , and the pleasures ...
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... began talking as fast as she could , even going on to laugh quite loud , tossing her doll about , - ( which , by the bye , she is such an odd child she never plays with , -it was only brought down to show my Anna ) and talking to it in ...
... began talking as fast as she could , even going on to laugh quite loud , tossing her doll about , - ( which , by the bye , she is such an odd child she never plays with , -it was only brought down to show my Anna ) and talking to it in ...
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... began talk- ing . Grace stood by her mamma's side . The group of children had withdrawn themselves into one of the windows . " How small she is ! " said Mary Anne . " But how very pretty ! " Emily . " She looks very shy , I'm afraid ...
... began talk- ing . Grace stood by her mamma's side . The group of children had withdrawn themselves into one of the windows . " How small she is ! " said Mary Anne . " But how very pretty ! " Emily . " She looks very shy , I'm afraid ...
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... began music , she said I was old enough to do as I pleased in that respect . " " But what can you do ? —all alone , too ! " 66 Oh , I never can get through half I have to do , and am so sorry when the clock strikes seven , and I must go ...
... began music , she said I was old enough to do as I pleased in that respect . " " But what can you do ? —all alone , too ! " 66 Oh , I never can get through half I have to do , and am so sorry when the clock strikes seven , and I must go ...
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... began fingering the ornaments on the man- tel - piece , holding them very close to his eyes , and presently admired a beautiful bouquet of flowers , asking leave , " like Beauty's beast to steal a rose ; " he then repeated the hack ...
... began fingering the ornaments on the man- tel - piece , holding them very close to his eyes , and presently admired a beautiful bouquet of flowers , asking leave , " like Beauty's beast to steal a rose ; " he then repeated the hack ...
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Página 3 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Página 230 - And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep ; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep...
Página 181 - If any where by chance I might espy The rural poet of the melody : For still methought she sung not far away ; At last I found her on a laurel spray. Close by my side she sat, and fair in sight, Full in a line, against her opposite; Where stood with eglantine the laurel twined; And both their native sweets were well conjoin'd.
Página 175 - Whether perfect happiness would be procured by perfect goodness," said Nekayah, "this world will never afford an opportunity of deciding. But this at least may be maintained, that we do not always find visible happiness in proportion to visible virtue. All natural and almost all political evils are incident alike to the bad and good. They are confounded in the misery of a famine and not much distinguished in the fury of a faction; they sink together in a tempest and are driven together from their...
Página 275 - There was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would never be quiet.
Página 65 - Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
Página 230 - But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. And there, forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die: 'Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Página 190 - Retirement then might hourly look Upon a soothing scene, Age steal to his allotted nook Contented and serene ; With heart as calm as lakes that sleep, In frosty moonlight glistening ; Or mountain rivers, where they creep Along a channel smooth and deep, To their own far-off murmurs listening.
Página 78 - LET other bards of angels sing, Bright suns without a spot ; But thou art no such perfect thing : Rejoice that thou art not ! Heed not tho' none should call thee fair ; So, Mary, let it be If nought in loveliness compare With what thou art to me. True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved. "WHAT...