A brother's gift to a sister [an anthology in prose and verse] ed. by R.D. Walker |
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... less miserable ultimately . Human happiness , depending so much as it does always on women , on those who bore us , and on those we love , appears to me never to have attained its true level , its moral average , until the religion of ...
... less miserable ultimately . Human happiness , depending so much as it does always on women , on those who bore us , and on those we love , appears to me never to have attained its true level , its moral average , until the religion of ...
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... less honoured , in propor- tion as her strength is less than that of ordinary animals . And is this the lot of woman - of that elegant and feeble being , whose infirmities are her whose dependence on man appears her most at- graces ...
... less honoured , in propor- tion as her strength is less than that of ordinary animals . And is this the lot of woman - of that elegant and feeble being , whose infirmities are her whose dependence on man appears her most at- graces ...
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... according as the light of that religion is more or less obscure in the various countries of Europe . The women in the south of Europe are scarce better than their neighbours of the harem . It is , indeed , amazing , 26 A BROTHER'S GIFT.
... according as the light of that religion is more or less obscure in the various countries of Europe . The women in the south of Europe are scarce better than their neighbours of the harem . It is , indeed , amazing , 26 A BROTHER'S GIFT.
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... less momentous , is still more attractive . Who are they , who , even in this country , move the great springs of every national institution that has been formed for the relief of their fellow - crea- tures ? Women . Who , rejecting the ...
... less momentous , is still more attractive . Who are they , who , even in this country , move the great springs of every national institution that has been formed for the relief of their fellow - crea- tures ? Women . Who , rejecting the ...
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... less splen- didly lodged : and surely it does not require a palace to be happy with Mary- " " I could be happy with her , " cried he , con- vulsively , " in a hovel ! -I could go down with her into poverty and the dust ! —I could — I ...
... less splen- didly lodged : and surely it does not require a palace to be happy with Mary- " " I could be happy with her , " cried he , con- vulsively , " in a hovel ! -I could go down with her into poverty and the dust ! —I could — I ...
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Page 244 - His anguished soul surveyed Those pangs He would not flee, What love His latest words displayed,
Page 143 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies; They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay; So flourish these, when those are pass'd away.
Page 106 - Nature utters are delightful, at least in this country. I should not perhaps find the roaring of lions in Africa or of bears in Russia very pleasing; but I know no beast in England, whose voice I do not account musical, save and except always the braying of an ass. The notes of all our birds and fowls please me, without one exception. I should not, indeed, think of keeping a goose in a cage, that I might hang him up in the parlour for the sake of his melody, but a goose upon a common, or in a farm...
Page 252 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 136 - Ye clouds, that gorgeously repose Around the setting sun, Answer ! have ye a home for those Whose earthly race is run ? The bright clouds answer'd — " We depart, We vanish from the sky ; Ask what is deathless in thy heart, For that which cannot die.
Page 186 - Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things, fair and bright, are thine. 2. When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven, — Those hues that mark the sun's decline, So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.
Page 104 - BEHOLD the western evening light! It melts in deepening gloom : So calmly Christians sink away, Descending to the tomb. The winds breathe low, the withering leaf Scarce whispers from the tree: So gently flows the parting breath, When good men cease to be.
Page 185 - God ! the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee : Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
Page 184 - Prevail'd by wrestling ere the sun did shine : Pour oil upon the stones, weep for thy sin, Then journey on, and have an eye to heaven.
Page 246 - What though downy slumbers flee, Strangers to my couch and me ? Sleepless well I know to rest, Lodged within my Father's breast.