The Lakeside Monthly, Volume 4

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Francis Fisher Broune
Reed, Browne and Company, 1870
 

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Page 323 - THE blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven ; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even ; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.
Page 305 - Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested : that is, some books are to be read only in parts ; others to be read, but not curiously ; and some few to be read wholly and with diligence and attention.
Page 322 - LAZY laughing languid Jenny, Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea, Whose head upon my knee to-night Rests for a while, as if grown light With all our dances and the sound To which the wild tunes spun you round : Fair Jenny mine, the thoughtless queen Of kisses which the blush between Could hardly make much daintier ; Whose eyes are as blue skies, whose hair Is...
Page 241 - E'en wondered at because he dropt no sooner; Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years; Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more, Till, like a clock worn out with eating Time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
Page 279 - The House of Representatives shall consist of three times the number of the members of the Senate, and the term of office shall be two years.
Page 323 - The sun was gone now ; the curled moon Was like a little feather Fluttering far down the gulf; and now She spoke through the still weather. Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together.
Page 322 - And let you rest upon my knee. For sometimes, were the truth confess'd, You're thankful for a little rest,— Glad from the crush to rest within, From the heart-sickness and the din Where envy's voice at virtue's pitch Mocks you because your gown is rich; And from the pale girl's dumb rebuke, Whose ill-clad grace and toil-worn look Proclaim the strength that keeps her weak...
Page 323 - The wonder was not yet quite gone From that still look of hers ; Albeit, to them she left, her day Had counted as ten years.
Page 322 - Is countless gold incomparable: Fresh flower, scarce touched with signs that tell Of Love's exuberant hotbed: — Nay, Poor flower left torn since yesterday Until to-morrow leave you bare; Poor handful of bright spring-water Flung in the whirlpool's shrieking face; Poor shameful Jenny, full of grace Thus with your head upon my knee; — Whose person or whose purse may be The lodestar of your reverie?
Page 321 - ... and she Dwelt young in Nazareth of Galilee. Unto God's will she brought devout respect. Profound simplicity of intellect, And supreme patience. From her mother's knee Faithful and hopeful ; wise in charity ; Strong in grave peace ; in pity circumspect. So held she through her girlhood ; as it were An angel-watered lily, that near God Grows and is quiet. Till, one dawn at home She woke in her white bed, and had no fear At all, — yet wept till sunshine, and felt awed : Because the fulness of...

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