Women of the South Distinguished in Literature

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Charles B. Richardson, 1866 - American literature - 511 pages
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Page 291 - For there are three that bear record in heaven, the Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost: and these three are one. And there are three that bear witness in earth, the spirit, and the water, and the blood: and these three agree in one.
Page 370 - The twilight hours, like birds, flew by, As lightly and as free ; Ten thousand stars were in the sky, Ten thousand on the sea; For every wave with dimpled face, That leaped upon the air, Had caught a star in its embrace, And held it trembling there.
Page 42 - Such were the bloody circus' genial laws, And the imperial pleasure. Wherefore not ? What matters where we fall to fill the maws Of worms — on battle-plains or listed spot ? Both are but theatres where the chief actors rot.
Page 195 - Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on His breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.
Page 191 - And inaccessible Majesty. Ah ! why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised...
Page 96 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem : So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart ; Two of the first, like coats...
Page 371 - Was ne'er arrayed like these; And just as free from guilt and art Were lovely human flowers, Ere Sorrow set her bleeding heart On this fair world of ours. I heard the laughing wind behind A-playing with my hair; The breezy fingers of the wind— How cool and moist they were! I heard the night-bird warbling o'er Its soft, enchanting strain: I never heard such sounds before, And never shall again.
Page 282 - For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
Page 50 - Humour can prevail, When Airs, and Flights, and Screams, and Scolding fail. Beauties in vain their pretty Eyes may roll ; Charms strike the Sight, but Merit wins the Soul.
Page 451 - With less of love than now ; For then I should at least have felt The sweet hope still my own, To win thee back, and, whilst I dwelt On earth, not been

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