Miniature Romances from the German: With Other Prolusions of Light LiteratureC. C. Little & J. Brown, 1841 - 324 pages |
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... tears . ' Gracious God ! ' I cried with a groan ; ' where's our child ? Speak ! ' " With the Being on whom you have called , dear hus- band , ' she answered ; and we now entered the cottage together , weeping in silence . I looked for ...
... tears . ' Gracious God ! ' I cried with a groan ; ' where's our child ? Speak ! ' " With the Being on whom you have called , dear hus- band , ' she answered ; and we now entered the cottage together , weeping in silence . I looked for ...
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... tears . They were none of them able to understand the intenseness of her feelings , and with mingled emotions of fear and anxiety , they gazed on her in silence . Then wiping away her tears , and looking earnestly at the priest , she at ...
... tears . They were none of them able to understand the intenseness of her feelings , and with mingled emotions of fear and anxiety , they gazed on her in silence . Then wiping away her tears , and looking earnestly at the priest , she at ...
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... tears , and covered her face with her veil . The priest , going up to her with a solemn look , now addressed himself to her , and conjured her by the name of God most holy , if any evil or spirit of evil possessed her , to remove the ...
... tears , and covered her face with her veil . The priest , going up to her with a solemn look , now addressed himself to her , and conjured her by the name of God most holy , if any evil or spirit of evil possessed her , to remove the ...
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... tear herself away from their affectionate caresses ; but the moment she saw the good old mother busy in getting breakfast , she went to the hearth , applied herself to cooking the food and putting it on the table , and would not suffer ...
... tear herself away from their affectionate caresses ; but the moment she saw the good old mother busy in getting breakfast , she went to the hearth , applied herself to cooking the food and putting it on the table , and would not suffer ...
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... tears and kisses , he first swore never to forsake his affectionate wife , and esteemed himself even more happy ' than the Grecian sculptor , Pygmalion , for whom Venus gave life to his beautiful statue , and thus changed it into a ...
... tears and kisses , he first swore never to forsake his affectionate wife , and esteemed himself even more happy ' than the Grecian sculptor , Pygmalion , for whom Venus gave life to his beautiful statue , and thus changed it into a ...
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Page 313 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Page 323 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 315 - For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined; and ah! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love Interpreted my own.
Page 205 - First the flaming red Sprung vivid forth ; the tawny orange next ; And next delicious yellow ; by whose side Fell the kind beams of all-refreshing green. Then the pure blue, that swells autumnal skies, Ethereal played ; and then, of sadder hue, Emerged the deepened indigo, as when The heavy-skirted evening droops with frost ; While the last gleamings of refracted light Died in the fainting violet away.
Page 319 - She pressed me with a meek embrace; And bending back her head, looked up, And gazed upon my face. 'Twas partly love, and partly fear, And partly 'twas a bashful art, That I might rather feel, than see, The swelling of her heart.
Page 317 - All impulses of soul and sense Had thrill'd my guileless Genevieve; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherish'd long!
Page 317 - He leaped amid a murderous band, And saved from outrage worse than death The Lady of the Land! And how she wept, and...
Page 320 - The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
Page 313 - And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve.
Page 57 - The element moves us, and, again, is obedient to our will while we live, though it scatters us like dust when we die ; and as we have nothing to trouble us, we are as merry as nightingales, little gold-fishes, and other pretty children of nature. But all beings aspire to rise in the scale of existence higher than they are. It was therefore the wish of my father, who is a powerful water-prince in the Mediterranean Sea, that his only daughter should become possessed of a soul, although she should have...