Selections from the Writings of Mrs. Sarah C. Edgarton Mayo: With a Memoir, by Her HusbandA. Tomkins, 1851 - 432 pages Annette Lee -- The martyr -- Eleonora, the Shakeress -- The rustic wife -- The gossipings of idle hours -- Debby Lincoln -- The deformed boy -- Lydia Vernon -- Esther. |
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Page 150 - 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.
Page 57 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Page 65 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Page 198 - I am thinking of the glen, Johnny, And the little gushing brook — Of the birds upon the hazel copse, And violets in the nook. I am thinking how we met, Johnny, Upon the little bridge ; You had a garland on your arm Of flag-flowers and of sedge. You placed it in my hand, Johnny, And held my hand in yours ; You only thought of that, Johnny, But talked about the flowers. We lingered long alone, Johnny, Above that shaded stream ; We stood as though we were entranced In some delicious dream. It was...
Page 225 - neath the changing colors of the sky ; The distant light-house broke upon the view, And the long land-point spread before the eye. Clear as a mirror lay the rock-bound cove ; Far off, one blasted pine against the sky Lifted its scraggy form ; the crow above Flapped his black wings, and wound his long shrill cry. I paced the beach like some sleep-waking child, Wrapped in a dream of beauty and of awe ; Were they ideal visions that beguiled ? Was it my eye, or but my soul that saw ? SAHAH CE MAYO.
Page 332 - I gaze at the heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and stars, which thou hast made: What is man, that thou art mindful of him ? or the son of man, that thou hast care of him?
Page 210 - Rose softly from the charmed wire ; Unlike all mortal harmony, Unlike all human fire. Hope, eager hope — love, burning love, Desire, the pure, the high desire, And joy, and all the thoughts that move, Gushed wildly from that lyre ! And as Udollo's music died Amid the columned aisles away, That wondrous chord swelled far and wide Its sweet and ravishing lay ! Still grew, at last, the trembling string ; Its wandering echoes back returned, And round the lone chord gathering, In visible glory burned...
Page 169 - Nerve with o'ermastering faith this weary heart Thy mysteries to explore ! If I have suffered in the mournful past, If withered hopes were on my spirit laid, If love, the beautiful, the bright, were cast Along my pathway but to droop and fade, — If the chill shadows of the grave were hung In life's young morning o'er my sunny way, I thank thee, O, rny God, that I have clung To those eternal things that ne'er decay, E'en to thy love and truth!
Page 354 - CYRIACK, this three years day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, Friend, to have lost them overplied In liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Page 328 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.