Miss Slimmens' Window: And Other Papers

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Derby & Jackson, 1859 - 312 pages
 

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Page 158 - Oh, but for one short hour! A respite however brief! No blessed leisure for Love or Hope, But only time for Grief! A little weeping would ease my heart, But in their briny bed My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread!
Page 81 - Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower But 'twas the first to fade away ; I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die.
Page 156 - It's oh, to be a slave Along with the barbarous Turk, Where woman has never a soul to save, If this is Christian work!
Page 43 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
Page 260 - I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses ; • And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 30 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Page 260 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers.
Page 175 - In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred River, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.
Page 31 - Oh, there are tones and looks that dart An instant sunshine through the heart !
Page 49 - There in the twilight cold and grey, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH.

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