Millicent; or, The trials of life, by the author of 'The curate of Overton'.Hurst and Blackett, 1855 |
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Страница 60 - If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills! — No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.
Страница 261 - Now in thy youth, beseech of Him Who giveth, upbraiding not, That his light in thy heart become not dim, And his love be unforgot ; And thy God, in the darkest of days, will be Greenness, and beauty, and strength to thee.
Страница 226 - BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN." OH, deem not they are blest alone Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep ; The Power who pities man, has shown A blessing for the eyes that weep. The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears ; And weary hours of woe and pain Are promises of happier years.
Страница 1 - tis where yon woods are waving, In their dark richness, to the summer air, Where yon blue stream, a thousand flower-banks laving Leads down the hills a vein of light,— 'tis there...
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Страница 286 - The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.
Страница 203 - A few minutes later Corona left the confessional and went and kneeled in the body of the church to collect her thoughts. She was in a very different frame of mind from that in which she had left home an hour ago. She hardly knew whether she felt herself a better woman, but she was sure that she was stronger. There was no desire...
Страница 209 - I love those that love me, and those that seek me early shall find me
Страница 251 - No one has a right to shrink from duty ; but the more I see of the world, the more convinced I am that place and rank do not contribute to real happiness.