The Moss Rose: A Christmas and New Year's PresentSamuel Griswold Goodrich Nafis & Cornish, 1847 - 272 pages |
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Page 240 - Ne'er warm'd with hopes, nor e'er allay'd with fears; Not seeing punishment, could guess no sin; And sin not seeing, ne'er had use of tears. But here her father's precepts gave her skill, Which with incessant business fill'd the hours; In Spring, she gather'd blossoms for the still; In Autumn, berries; and in Summer, flowers.
Page 170 - Warriors and statesmen have their meed of praise, And what they do or suffer men record ; But the long sacrifice of woman's days Passes without a thought — without a word ; And many a holy struggle for the sake Of duties sternly, faithfully...
Page 138 - The harp that once in Tara's halls, The soul of music shed, Now hung as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul was fled." Thus deprived of all but an unsullied reputation, General Neville retired to this spot, and seated himself on the land which had been earned by his revolutionary services. Here he lived in indigence, and died in obscurity. His remains were removed...
Page 106 - My companion would hardly seem to have deserved this : yet still she was a female, and 1 had no right to find fault with those little peculiarities of disposition, which I certainly did not admire. Besides, her husband was a captain in the army ; and the wife of a gallant officer, who serves his country by land or sea, has high claims upon the chivalry of her countrymen. At last we arrived at Baltimore, and I immediately called a hack, and desired to know where I should have the pleasure of setting...
Page 93 - ... foot seemed to be travelling but my own. Every body slept, gentle and simple ; for sleep is a gentle and simple thing. The watchmen slumbered ; and the very lamps seemed to have caught the infectious drowsiness. I felt that I possessed at that moment a lordly pre-eminence among my fellow citizens ; for they were all torpid, as dead to consciousness as swallows in the winter, or mummies in a catacomb. I alone had sense, knowledge, power, energy. The rest were all perdu — shut up, like the imprisoned...
Page 80 - I grew up a very ladylike sort of a gentleman. It is not assuming too much to affirm that the ladies themselves were hardly so ladylike as Thomas Bullfrog. So painfully acute was my sense of female imperfection, and such varied excellence did I require in the woman whom I could love, that there was an awful risk of my getting no wife at all, or of being driven to perpetrate matrimony with my own image in the looking glass.
Page 79 - MRS. BULLFROG. IT makes me melancholy to see how like fools some very sensible people act, in the matter of choosing wives. They perplex their judgments by a most undue attention to little niceties of personal appearance, habits, disposition, and other trifles, which concern nobody but the lady herself. An unhappy gentleman, resolving to wed nothing short of perfection, keeps his heart and hand till both get so old and withered, that no tolerable woman will accept them.—Now, this is the very height...
Page 133 - ... gladness, was little more than a year old at the time the lady of Elm-wood lay on her death-bed. We return to that death-bed, where we left the dying sufferer breathing aloud the sorrows that had weighed down her spirit for years. Exhausted at length, she had once more sunk into silence, when a light knock was heard at the door, and in a few moments, the nurse admitted a woman carrying a lovely infant. The lady clasped the child in her arms...
Page 202 - There is a tradition at Rome, that an imaginative French girl died of love for this celebrated statue. IT was a day of festival in Rome, And to the splendid temple of her saint, Many a brilliant equipage swept on ; Brave cavaliers reined their impetuous steeds, While dark-robed priests and bright-eyed peasants strolled, Through groups of citizens, in gay attire. The suppliant moan of the blind mendicant, Blent with the huckster's cry, the urchin's shout, The clash of harness, and the festive cheer....
Page 75 - Look at your pantaloons,' he whispered. Already half dead with confusion at the disaster I had caused, I cast my eyes upon my once white dress, and saw at a glance the horrible extent of my dilemma. I had been sitting upon the fated pocket, and had crushed out the liquid butter, and the soft paste-like vegetable, which had daubed and dripped down them, till it seemed as if I were actually dissolving in my pantaloons.