The Life and Beauties of Fanny FernH. Long and Brother, 1855 - 330 páginas A collection of the writings of Sarah Parton, published under her pen name, Fanny Fern. |
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... till their return , in flowing muslin wrappers , not too dainty for the wear and tear of little climbing feet , fresh from the meadow or wildwood . " There were no separate ' cliques ' or ' sets ; ' nobody knew , or inquired , or cared ...
... till their return , in flowing muslin wrappers , not too dainty for the wear and tear of little climbing feet , fresh from the meadow or wildwood . " There were no separate ' cliques ' or ' sets ; ' nobody knew , or inquired , or cared ...
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... which ( please God ) I'll cling to till I die . I see the polished blade of satire glittering in the air , followed by curious , eager , youthful eyes , Spirit ' parried . which gladly see the searching ' 50 LIFE AND BEAUTIES OF.
... which ( please God ) I'll cling to till I die . I see the polished blade of satire glittering in the air , followed by curious , eager , youthful eyes , Spirit ' parried . which gladly see the searching ' 50 LIFE AND BEAUTIES OF.
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... till now ! ) Faint has thy heart become . For peace thou prayest- For less to suffer as thy strength grows less . For , oh , when life has been a stormy wild- The bitter night too long , the way too far- The aged pilgrim , ere he lays ...
... till now ! ) Faint has thy heart become . For peace thou prayest- For less to suffer as thy strength grows less . For , oh , when life has been a stormy wild- The bitter night too long , the way too far- The aged pilgrim , ere he lays ...
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... Cupids ; but just wait till their time comes ! See ' em , the minute their name is written ' Papa , ' pull up their dickies , and strut off down street , as if the Commonwealth owed them a pension ! When 74 LIFE AND BEAUTIES OF.
... Cupids ; but just wait till their time comes ! See ' em , the minute their name is written ' Papa , ' pull up their dickies , and strut off down street , as if the Commonwealth owed them a pension ! When 74 LIFE AND BEAUTIES OF.
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... till he is at the head of a family ! How frequently one may see them now , looking in at the shop windows , with intense interest , at little hats , coral and bells , and baby - jumpers . How they love to come home to dinner , and press ...
... till he is at the head of a family ! How frequently one may see them now , looking in at the shop windows , with intense interest , at little hats , coral and bells , and baby - jumpers . How they love to come home to dinner , and press ...
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angels Aunt Nancy baby beauty Boston breath bright bright eye brow cheek child coat curls dear dickey door dress Edith Emma face faint fair fair lady Fanny Fern Fanny's Farrington father feet female Fern's fingers Fitz Grace hair hand handsome happy HARVARD COLLEGE head hear heart heaven Helen hour husband HUSON Jemmy John Walter Jones JOSEPH SMITH Julius Cæsar knew lady laugh Lilla lips live look married Mary matrimonial Merinda Meta mind morning mother N. P. Willis Nelly never night old maid pair PANTALETTES passed pillow pity poor pretty round Ruth Hall Sambo sentiment sewing Sisera sketch smile soft soul stairs sweet tears tell there's thing thought three-cent piece tion True Flag turn voice walk weary widow wife woman women words young
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Página 99 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Página 99 - They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Página 303 - Twixt Want and Scorn she walked forlorn, And nothing could avail. "No mercy now can clear her brow For this world's peace to pray; For, as love's wild prayer dissolved in air, Her woman's heart gave way!— But the sin forgiven by Christ in Heaven By man is cursed alway!" In this composition we find it difficult to recognize the Willis who has written so many mere "verses of society.
Página 118 - I have four," was the reply ; " two on earth, two in heaven." There spoke the mother ! Still hers, only " gone before ! " Still remembered, loved and cherished, by the hearth and at the board ; — their places not yet filled ; even though their successors draw life from the same faithful breast where their dying heads were pillowed. " Two in heaven ! '' Safely housed from storm and tempest. No sickness there, nor drooping head, nor fading eye, nor weary feet. By the green pastures, tended by the...
Página 181 - Whatever may have been the defects of 'Hyacinth Ellet,' he has never publicly failed to ' know his father and his mother.' The gray hairs which ' are a crown of glory when found in the way of righteousness...
Página 118 - Mother of angels! Walk softly! — holy eyes watch thy footsteps ! — cherub forms bend to listen ! Keep thy spirit free from earth taint ; so shalt thou " go to them," though " they may not return to thee ! " "SUMMER DAYS;' OE, THE YOUNG WIFE'S AFFLICTION.
Página 184 - Vacates his seat any number of times at a crowded lecture, for distressed looking single ladies. Orders stupid cab-drivers off the only dry crossing, to save a pretty pair of feet from immersion, and don't forget to look the other way when their owner gathers up the skirts of her dress to trip across. Is just as civil to a shop-girl as if she were a Duchess...
Página 330 - Hen-Pecked Husband," by the author of this story, •was very favorably received by the novel-reading community. It was liked for its liveliness, humor and purity of description. The latest production of Lady Scott will command more admiration than its predecessor. It is a well written, lively and very interesting tale, which is managed with ability. — Sunday Despatch. NEW YORK: H. LONG AND BROTHER, 121 NASSAU-STREET.
Página 307 - WHAT need of all this fuss and strife, Each warring with his brother ? Why should we, in the crowd of life. Keep trampling down each other? Is there no goal that can be won, Without a squeeze to gain it — No other way of getting on, But scrambling to obtain it ? Oh...