The Token and Atlantic Souvenir: A Christmas and New Year's Present

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Samuel Griswold Goodrich, George Stillman Hilliard
Gray and Bowen, 1840 - English literature

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Page 200 - And they shall destroy the walls of Tyrus, and break down her towers: I will also scrape her dust from her, and make her like the top of a rock. It shall be a place for the spreading of nets in the midst of the sea: for I have spoken it, saith the Lord God: and it shall become a spoil to the nations.
Page 211 - I saw her upon nearer view, A spirit, yet a woman too! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin liberty; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 182 - Through its bright sapphire window, shows the mind ? When in the trembling of the tear or sigh Floats forth that essence, trembling and refined? Saw ye not Him, — the Author of our trust, Who breathed the breath of life into a frame of dust...
Page 241 - Powers there are That touch each other to the quick in modes Which the gross world no sense hath to perceive, No soul to dream of.
Page 182 - HAVE ye not seen Him, when through parted snows Wake the first kindlings of the vernal green ? When 'neath its modest veil the arbutus blows, And the pure snow-drop bursts its folded screen...
Page 200 - And they shall make a spoil of thy riches, and make a prey of thy merchandise: and they shall break down thy walls, and destroy thy pleasant houses: and they shall lay thy stones and thy timber and thy dust in the midst of the water. And I will cause the noise of thy songs to cease; and the sound of thy harps shall be no more heard.
Page 289 - The spirit of a man may sustain his infirmities ; but a wounded spirit who can bear?
Page 15 - Had entered in her pretty plan, Her resting-place had built; With here and there a plume to spare, About her own light form, Of these, inlaid with skill, she made A lining soft and warm. But, do you think the tender brood She fondled there, and fed, Were prouder, when they understood The sheen about their bed ? Do you suppose they ever rose Of higher powers possessed, Because they knew they peeped and grew Within a silver nest?
Page 131 - Ladybird, Ladybird, fly away home, Your house is on fire, your children will burn.
Page 14 - The waters cast ashore, A little winged rover met, And eyed it o'er and o'er. The silver bright so pleased her sight, On that lone, idle vest, She knew not why she should deny Herself a silver nest.

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