The Harp of PelhamWindt's printery, 1844 - 106 pagina's |
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Pagina 95 - Now this is that which thou shalt offer upon the altar; two lambs of the first year day by day continually. 39 The one lamb thou shalt offer in the morning; and the other lamb thou shalt offer at even...
Pagina 104 - And when he had opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour.
Pagina ii - LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS. 1899. Entered, according to the Act of Congress, in the year...
Pagina 10 - But half an hour scorned to elapse Ere we met with the wretch that had bit us, And raising our boot gave some terrible slaps, And made the mosquito quietus. Quickly and gladly we turned from the dead, And left him all smashed and gory; We blew out the candle and popp'd into bed, Determined to tell you the story. Anonymous. TO THE PORTRAIT OF "A GENTLEMAN,
Pagina 69 - The mourner or the mourned be ? Never shall the rainy cloud, Never shall the thunder loud. Never shall the gloomy night, Never shall the evil sprite, More disturb their peaceful breast, Never, never, There the weary are at rest, Ever, ever...
Pagina 9 - ... delectable slumber had worried. We sought it darkly at dead of night, Our coverlet carefully turning, By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And our candle dimly burning. No useless garment confined our breast, But in simple night-dress and slippers, We wandered about like spirits distressed, Or the sails of piratical skippers. Short and few were the words we let fall, Lest the sound should disturb the mosquito, But...
Pagina 9 - Not a sound was heard, but a horrible hum, As around our chamber we hurried, In search of the insect whose trumpet and drum Our delectable slumbers had worried. We sought for it darkly, at dead of night, Our coverlid carefully turning, By the struggling moonbeams' misty light, And our candle dimly burning.
Pagina 54 - A meadow or a moor, With th' horizon round about, And long grass growing o'er The walls of a redoubt. A...
Pagina 56 - To make up in silk what she's wantingin grace, Though she smiles sweet as honey, and sighs to her fan, She will never go off, she's a flash in the pan. When you hear a...
Pagina 10 - But half an hour had seem'd to elapse, Ere we met with the •wretch that had bit us, And raising our shoe gave some terrible slaps, That made the musketoe's quietus.