Gathered Leaves: Or, Miscellaneous PapersW. J. Reynolds, 1846 - 304 Seiten |
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Gathered Leaves, Or Miscellaneous Papers (Classic Reprint) Hannah F. Gould Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2017 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ancholy angel Annecy Annette beautiful beheld beneath bird Blanche bosom bright castle child dark dead dear death Delorbe Duchy of Ferrara dust earth earthly Elizabeth Ercta fair father fear feel feet fell felt flower gentle give glory gone grave ground Guadaloupe hand happy haunted ground heart heaven Henri holy honor human human clay Isabel Jesuits kingdom of Sicily knew light living looked lost Madame de Maintenon memory Menthon Merlande Messina mind Miolans Monte mother mountain Nadau never numbers once Palermo passed Père La Chaise Pièrre prison Queen of Sicily Ricardo Rosalia Saracen scene seemed shade Sicily side sight Signora Maldini soldiers solemn soon sorrow soul spirit sweet Tancrède tears tender thee thing thought throne tion took Toredo touch tree turned venerable voice wings word young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 279 - Now therefore be not grieved, nor angry with yourselves, that ye sold me hither ; for GOD did send me before you to preserve life.
Seite 57 - All this came upon the king Nebuchadnezzar. At the end of twelve months he walked in the palace of the kingdom of Babylon. The king spake, and said, Is not this great Babylon, that I have built for the house of the kingdom by the might of my power, and for the honour of my majesty...
Seite 150 - While he was yet speaking there came also another, and said, Thy sons and thy daughters were eating and drinking wine in their eldest brother's house : and behold, there came a great wind from the wilderness, and smote the four corners of the house, and it fell upon the young men, and they are dead, and I only am escaped alone to tell thee.
Seite 187 - Thy blood has now only retired for safety. The frost would chill and destroy it. It has gone into thy mother's bosom for her to keep it warm. Earth will not rob her offspring. She is a careful parent. She knows the wants of all her children, and forgets not to provide for the least of them.
Seite 185 - said the sorrowing Tree, " my beautiful 1A. robe is gone ! It has been torn from me. Its faded pieces whirl upon the wind ; they rustle beneath the squirrel's foot, as he searches for his nut. They float upon the passing stream, and on the quivering lake. Woe is me ! for my fair, green vesture is gone. It was the gift of the Angel of the Leaves ! I have lost it, and my glory has vanished ; my beauty has disappeared. My summer hours have passed away^ My bright and comely garment, alas I it is rent...
Seite 186 - I stood in my pride. The sun brightened my robe with his smile. The zephyrsf breathed softly through its glassy folds ; the clouds strewed pearls among them. My shadow was wide upon the earth. My arms spread far on the gentle air: my head was lifted high; my forehead was fair to the heavens. But now how changed ! Sadness is upon me ; my head is shorn, my arms are stripped ; I cannot throw a shadow on the ground.
Seite 187 - be comforted. I am with thee still, though every leaf has forsaken thee. The voice of gladness is hushed among thy boughs ; but let my whisper console thee. Thy sorrow is but for a season. Trust in me ; keep my promise in thy heart. Be patient and full of hope. Let the words I leave with thee abide and cheer thee through the coming winter. Then I will return and clothe thee anew.
Seite 187 - I will fulfill it. Buds shall shoot forth on every side of thy boughs. I will unfold for thee another robe. I will paint it and fit it in every part. It shall be a comely raiment. Thou shalt forget thy present sorrow. Sadness shall be swallowed up in joy. Now, my beloved Tree, fare thee well for a season...
Seite 189 - The tree was rewarded for her trust. The angel was true to the object of his love. He returned ; he bestowed on her another robe. It was bright, glossy and unsullied. The dust of summer had never lit upon it ; the scorching heat had not faded it ; the moth had not profaned it.
Seite 189 - The scowling face of winter began to lose its features. The raging storm grew faint, and breathed its last. The restless clouds fretted themselves to atoms ; they scattered upon the sky, and were brushed away. The sun threw down a bundle of golden arrows. They fell upon the tree ; the ice-cakes glittered as they came. Every one was shattered by a shaft, and unlocked itself upon the limb. They were melted and gone.