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

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1840
 

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Página 192 - 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 and good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Página 181 - 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.
Página 167 - 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...
Página 168 - Swelled out in tones of praise, announcing God was there ? Show us the Father .' If ye fail to trace His chariot where the stars majestic roll, His pencil mid earth's loveliness and grace, His presence in the sabbath of the soul, How can...
Página 168 - mid earth's loveliness and grace, His presence, in the sabbath of the soul, How can ye see Him, till the day of dread, When, to assembled worlds, the Book of Doom is read.
Página 167 - 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...
Página 222 - Oh ! there is life that breathes not; 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.
Página 181 - 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.
Página 168 - When vexing cares in tranquil slumber rest, When in the heart the holy thought is born, And Heaven's high impulse warms the waiting breast, Have ye not felt Him...
Página 3 - Had enter'd 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...

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