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Pagina 27
... thousands , and threw his note of hand into the fire . My purse , my home , my heart were his - and yet , how foully he betrayed me . " One morning the porter of the lodge came to my bedside at day - break , and said , an agent of ...
... thousands , and threw his note of hand into the fire . My purse , my home , my heart were his - and yet , how foully he betrayed me . " One morning the porter of the lodge came to my bedside at day - break , and said , an agent of ...
Pagina 29
... thousand furies were lacerating my heart . " He drank some more of the laudanum , wiped the clammy dew from his forehead , and continued : - " I have had , sir , last night and this morning , a sore and hard struggle ; but happily I ...
... thousand furies were lacerating my heart . " He drank some more of the laudanum , wiped the clammy dew from his forehead , and continued : - " I have had , sir , last night and this morning , a sore and hard struggle ; but happily I ...
Pagina 55
... thousand , of whom at least five - sixths were priests or clerks destined for the priesthood . In this number was found a selection of abilities , talents , learning and piety , much high birth , and even considerable wealth , though ...
... thousand , of whom at least five - sixths were priests or clerks destined for the priesthood . In this number was found a selection of abilities , talents , learning and piety , much high birth , and even considerable wealth , though ...
Pagina 67
... thousand pounds in the explosion of the South Sea bubble , the most dastardly ridi- cule is showered upon his character : he is publicly declared to be insane , when just recovering from the agony of a sick bed : he is accused of ...
... thousand pounds in the explosion of the South Sea bubble , the most dastardly ridi- cule is showered upon his character : he is publicly declared to be insane , when just recovering from the agony of a sick bed : he is accused of ...
Pagina 73
... thousands and by tens of thousands of fresh sickles , in fresh and earnest hands ? For ourselves , we speak as eye - witnesses ; and we think , with gratitude to Providence , that it is enough to have lived to see such things . But to ...
... thousands and by tens of thousands of fresh sickles , in fresh and earnest hands ? For ourselves , we speak as eye - witnesses ; and we think , with gratitude to Providence , that it is enough to have lived to see such things . But to ...
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Pagina 541 - The glorious company of the Apostles, The goodly fellowship of the Prophets, The noble army of Martyrs praise thee.
Pagina 210 - The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'
Pagina 211 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken!
Pagina 212 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Pagina 128 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Pagina 209 - OH ! call my brother back to me ! I cannot play alone ; The Summer comes with flower and bee — Where is my brother gone ? " The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sunbeam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back ! " The flowers run wild — the flowers we sow'd Around our garden tree; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh ! call him back to me...
Pagina 160 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Pagina 216 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Pagina 278 - And she may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
Pagina 162 - The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage, And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to- the wild ocean.