The English Woman's Journal (Google eBook)

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English Woman's Journal Company, 1860 - Women
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Page 119 - I meant to make her fair, and free, and wise, Of greatest blood, and yet more good than great ; I meant the day-star should not brighter rise, Nor lend like influence from his lucent seat. I meant she should be courteous, facile, sweet, Hating that solemn vice of greatness, pride ; I meant each softest virtue there should meet, Fit in that softer bosom to reside. Only a learned and a manly soul I purposed her ; that should with even powers The rock, the spindle, and the sheers control Of Destiny,...
Page 44 - This is a true saying. If a man desire the office of a bishop, he desireth a good work.
Page 85 - A servant with this clause makes drudgery divine; who sweeps a room, as for thy laws, makes that and the action fine.
Page 413 - TIME to me this truth hath taught ; 'Tis a truth that's worth revealing : More offend from want of thought, Than from any want of feeling.
Page 186 - REQUITAL. |OUD roared the Tempest, Fast fell the sleet ; A little Child Angel Passed down the street, With trailing pinions, And weary feet. The moon was hidden ; No stars were bright ; So she could not shelter In heaven that night, For the Angels
Page 119 - LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD*. This morning, timely rapt with holy fire, I thought to form unto my zealous Muse, What kind of creature I could most desire To honour, serve, and love, as Poets use. I meant to make her fair, and free, and wise, Of greatest blood, and yet more good than great ; I meant the day-star should not brighter rise, Nor lend like influence from his lucent seat.
Page 38 - Seated one day at the organ. I was weary and ill at ease. And my fingers wandered idly Over the noisy keys. I know not what I was playing. Or what I was dreaming then : But I struck one chord of music Like the sound of a great Amen.
Page 187 - ... bright stream; ... So he wove her wailing Into his dream. The worker toiled on, For his time was brief; The mourner was nursing Her own pale grief: They heard not the promise That brought relief. But fiercer the Tempest Rose than before, When the Angel paused At a humble door, And asked for shelter And help once more. A weary woman, Pale, worn, and thin, With the brand upon her Of want and sin, Heard the Child Angel And took her in. Took her in gently, And did her best To dry her pinions ; And...
Page 38 - It seemed the harmonious echo From our discordant life. It linked all perplexed meanings Into one perfect peace, And trembled away into silence As if it were loth to cease.
Page 218 - No bargain or contract made by any married woman in respect to her sole and separate property, or any property which may hereafter come to her by descent, devise, bequest, or gift of any person except her husband...

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