Townsend's monthly selection of Parisian costumes

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1877
 

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Page 29 - My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes God set between his After and Before, And strike up and strike off the general roar Of the rushing worlds a melody that floats In a serene air purely.
Page 29 - Light to-morrow with to-day!' "Then he'll ride among the hills To the wide world past the river, There to put away all wrong; To make straight distorted wills, And to empty the broad quiver Which the wicked bear along.
Page 29 - This earthly noise is too anear, Too loud, and will not let me hear The little harp. My death will soon Make silence.' And a sense of tune, A satisfied love meanwhile Which nothing earthly could despoil, Sang on within her soul.
Page 29 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!
Page 29 - ECHO," price ONE HALFPENNY, can be obtained of any Newsagents in Town or Country, or a copy will be sent post free to any address in the United Kingdom at the rate of One Penny daily, viz., 26s.
Page 29 - I've borne a weary lot; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart Still travels on its way; And channels deeper, as it rins, The luve o
Page 29 - And poor, proud Byron, sad as grave, And salt as life; forlornly brave, And quivering with the dart he drave. And visionary Coleridge, who Did sweep his thoughts as angels do Their wings with cadence up the Blue.
Page 29 - She spoke with passion after pause — And were it wisely done If we who cannot gaze above, should walk the earth alone .' If we whose virtue is so weak should have a will so strong, And stand blind on the rocks to choose the right path from the wrong...
Page 29 - She never found fault with you, never implied Your wrong by her right; and yet men at her side Grew nobler, girls purer, as through the whole town The children were gladder that pulled at her gown — My Kate.
Page 19 - ... sunlight of long-past mornings is wrought up in the soft mellowness of the apricot; but it is gone for ever from our imagination, and we can only believe in the joy of childhood. But the first glad moment in our first love is a vision which returns to us to the last, and brings with it a thrill of feeling intense and special as the recurrent sensation of a sweet odour breathed in a far-off hour of happiness.

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