Memoir and Correspondence of Mrs. Grant of Laggan,: Author of "Letters from the Mountains," "Memoirs of an American Lady," Etc, Volume 3

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Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1845
 

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Page 228 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Page 83 - Nor ease, nor peace, that heart can know, That, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe; But, turning, trembles too.
Page 314 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 270 - Taller or stronger than the weeds they shade? Or ask of yonder argent fields above, Why Jove's satellites are less than Jove?
Page 40 - STATELY stept he east the wa', And stately stept he west, Full seventy years he now had seen, Wi' scarce seven years of rest. He liv'd when Britons breach of faith Wrought Scotland mickle wae : And ay his sword tauld to their cost, He was their deadlye fae.
Page 110 - Shall we receive good at the hand of the Lord, and shall we not receive evil?
Page 138 - Mrs. Hemans, for whom I have long felt something very like affection. She had two fine boys with her, the objects, visibly, of very great tenderness, who seem equally attached to her. She is entirely feminine, and her language has a charm like that of her verse— the same ease and peculiar grace, with more vivacity. If affliction had not laid a heavy hand upon her she would be playful ; she has not the slightest tinge of affectation, and is so refined, so gentle, that you must both love and respect...
Page 236 - Surely the wrath of man shall praise Him, and the remainder of wrath He will restrain.
Page 316 - Forgiveness to the injured does belong ; But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.
Page 295 - Tis she ! — but why that bleeding bosom gor'd ? Why dimly gleams the visionary sword ? Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly ! tell, Is it, in Heaven, a crime to love too well ? To bear too tender or too firm a heart. To act a lover's or a Roman's part ? Is there no bright reversion in the sky For those who greatly think, or bravely die...

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