THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF JANE FAIRFIELD (Google eBook)

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Page 167 - He layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters : he maketh the clouds his chariot : he walketh upon the wings of the wind...
Page 74 - THE UNKNOWN GRAVE. THERE is a little lonely grave Which no one comes to see, The foxglove and red orchis wave Their welcome to the bee. There never falls the morning sun, It lies beneath the wall, But there when weary day is done The lights of sunset fall, Flushing the warm and crimson air, As life and hope were present there.
Page 218 - And ever will be while earth's ills prevail Over earth's happiness ; it tells she strove With silent, secret, unrequited love. It matters not its history ; love has wings Like lightning, swift and fatal, and it springs Like a wild flower where it is least expected, Existing whether cherish'd or rejected ; Living with only but to be content, Hopeless, for love is its own element, Requiring nothing so that it may be The martyr of its fond fidelity. A mystery art thou, thou mighty one ! We speak...
Page 52 - ... respectability. Truly, in this present day putting aside those cases where duty and justice have claims higher than either love or happiness there is many an instance of cowardly selfishness, weakness and falsehood, committed by young people of both sexes, under the names of prudence, honourable feeling, or obedience to parents; there is many an act, petted under the name of a virtue, which is a much blacker crime before God, and of far more fatal result to society at large, than the...
Page 121 - Life's smallest miseries are, perhaps, its worst : Great sufferings have great strength : there is a pride In the bold energy that braves the worst, And bears proud in the bearing ; but the heart Consumes with those small sorrows, and small shames, Which crave, yet cannot ask for sympathy. They blush that they exist, and yet how keen The pang that they inflict...
Page 42 - Bind the white orange-flowers in her hair, Soft be their shadow, soft and somewhat pale For they are omens. Many anxious years Are on the wreath that bends the bridal veil. The maiden leaves her childhood and her home, All that the past has known of happy hours Perhaps her happiest ones. Well may there be A faint wan colour on those...
Page 33 - President,' and went on in a very animated and impressive speech for a quarter of an hour, I working with my might the while in the clay, to catch, flying as it were, the vivid and noble traits as they flashed upon his strong features. It was well done ; and the inspiration of that hour lives, and may it long live, in the marble of Daniel Webster. " These were finished in last July. Previous to their completion, however, in the month of May, I received a letter from Colonel Perkins, of Boston, requesting...
Page 32 - Now, sir, there is one thing about this work, which, to insure success, requires our mutual good faith and exercise ; that is, we must endeavor to keep cool. If, sir, we but keep cool, there will be no sort of difficulty in this business, and success is sure.

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