Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book

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Fisher, Son, and Jackson, 1832
 

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Página 20 - No, no, they are not these ! or else, God help the poor man's need ! Then, sitting 'mid his little ones, He would be poor indeed ! They are not these ! our household wealth Belongs not to degree ; It is the love within our souls — The children at our knee ! My heart is filled with gladness When I behold how fair, How bright, are rich men's...
Página 8 - Pencil or lute, — both loved so well. Oh, yet my pulse throbs to recall, When first upon the gallery's wall Picture of mine was placed, to share Wonder and praise from each one there ! Sad were my shades ; methinks they had Almost a tone of prophecy — I ever had, from earliest youth, A feeling what my fate would be.
Página 20 - My heart is filled with gladness When I behold how fair, How bright, are rich men's children, With their thick golden hair ! For I know 'mid countless treasure, Gleaned from the east and west, These living, loving human things, Are still the rich man's best...
Página 20 - Life's after, darker hours. My heart o'erfloweth to mine eyes, When I see the poor man stand, After his daily work is done, With children by the hand — And this, he kisses tenderly ; And that, sweet names doth call — For I know he has no treasure Like those dear children small ! Oh, children young, I bless ye, Ye keep such love alive ! And the home can ne'er be desolate, Where love has room to thrive ! Oh, precious household treasures, Life's sweetest, holiest claim — The Saviour blessed ye...
Página 76 - Several women had come to mourn over the graves of their relatives, in white cloaks and veils that enveloped them from head to foot : they mostly mourned in silence, and knelt on the steps of the tomb, or among the wild flowers which grew rank on the soil. The morning light fell partially on the sepulchres, and on the broken towers of the ancient castle; but the greater part of the thickly-peopled cemetery was still in gloom — the gloom which the Orientals love. They do not like to come to the...
Página 6 - ... and that the first real pang of actual pain would scare her youthful fancy into the bosom of those hopes and fascinations with which the young mind is commonly only too much delighted to surround itself. But it is a singular fact, that, spite of her own really cheerful disposition, and spite of all the advice of her most influential friends, she persisted in this tone from the first to the last of her works, from that time to the time of her death. Her poems, though laid in scenes and times capable...
Página 76 - The living of gone time Builded their glorious cities by the sea ; And, awful in their greatness, sat sublime, As if no change could be. There was the eloquent tongue ; The poet's heart, the sage's soul was there ; And loving women, with their children young, The faithful and the fair. They were, but they are not, Suns rose and set, and earth put on her bloom ; While man, submitting to the common lot, Went down into the tomb.
Página 76 - And, awful in their greatness, sat sublime, As if no change could be. There was the eloquent tongue ; The poet's heart, the sage's soul was there ; And loving women, with their children young, The faithful and the fair. They were, but they are not. Suns rose and set, and earth put on her bloom ; Whilst man, submitting to the common lot, Went down into the tomb. And still amid the wrecks Of mighty generations passed away, Earth's honest growth, the fragrant wild flower, decks The tomb of yesterday.
Página 44 - I LOVE the fields, the woods, the streams, The wild-flowers fresh and sweet, And yet I love no less than these, The crowded city-street; For haunts of man, where'er they be, Awake my deepest sympathy.

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