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... young Lady with a locket of hair , Specimens of Modern German Poets , by Mary Howitt , The Lonja of Seville , by the Hon . R. Dundas Murray ( Elibank ) , Hope , by Jesaias Rumpler von Loewenthalt , The Mill of Pouldu , by Miss Costello ...
... young Lady with a locket of hair , Specimens of Modern German Poets , by Mary Howitt , The Lonja of Seville , by the Hon . R. Dundas Murray ( Elibank ) , Hope , by Jesaias Rumpler von Loewenthalt , The Mill of Pouldu , by Miss Costello ...
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... young lady will pay for it . ' ' I am sure the ' You are very kind , ' said Viviana faintly . But I have no means of doing so , ' - ' I knew it ! ' cried the old woman , fiercely . me back the flask , Ruth . She shall not taste a drop ...
... young lady will pay for it . ' ' I am sure the ' You are very kind , ' said Viviana faintly . But I have no means of doing so , ' - ' I knew it ! ' cried the old woman , fiercely . me back the flask , Ruth . She shall not taste a drop ...
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... young persons evidently felt towards each other into affectionate regard , and the jailor's daughter assured Viviana , that so long as she should be detained , she would devote herself to her . By this time , the old woman had returned ...
... young persons evidently felt towards each other into affectionate regard , and the jailor's daughter assured Viviana , that so long as she should be detained , she would devote herself to her . By this time , the old woman had returned ...
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... young lady , ' replied Dame Ipgreve . ' Our news might take away your appetite , and you will have to pay for your supper , whether you eat it or not . ' ( ' You alarm me greatly , ' cried Viviana , anxiously . What ill news do you ...
... young lady , ' replied Dame Ipgreve . ' Our news might take away your appetite , and you will have to pay for your supper , whether you eat it or not . ' ( ' You alarm me greatly , ' cried Viviana , anxiously . What ill news do you ...
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... young bosoms have been inspired by the lyrics of the three Dibdins ! how have they soothed the dy- ing hero , and embalmed his memory ! What can surpass the homely pathos of I thought my heart would break when I sung , Yo ! heave O ...
... young bosoms have been inspired by the lyrics of the three Dibdins ! how have they soothed the dy- ing hero , and embalmed his memory ! What can surpass the homely pathos of I thought my heart would break when I sung , Yo ! heave O ...
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Side 53 - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Side 53 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Side 489 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Side 53 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Side 479 - Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now. The love where Death has set his seal, Nor age can chill, nor rival steal, Nor falsehood disavow: And, what were worse, thou canst not see Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.
Side 21 - We were now arrived at Spring-garden, which is exquisitely pleasant at this time of the year. When I considered the fragrancy of the walks and bowers, with the choirs of birds that sung upon the trees, and the loose tribe of people that walked under their shades, I could not but look upon the place as a kind of Mahometan paradise.
Side 235 - My Lord, Out of the love I bear to some of your friends, I have a care of your preservation. Therefore I would advise you, as you tender your life, to devise some excuse to shift off your attendance at this parliament. For God and man have concurred to punish the wickedness of this time.
Side 143 - King Henry, making a masque at the Cardinal Wolsey's house, and certain cannons being shot off at his entry, some of the paper or other stuff wherewith one of them was stopped, did light on the thatch, where being thought at first but an idle smoke, and their eyes more attentive to the show, it kindled inwardly, and ran round like a train, consuming within less than an hour the whole house to the very ground.
Side 32 - A strange fish! Were I in England now (as once I was), and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver; there would this monster make a man: any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Side 234 - For though there be no appearance of any stir, yet, I say, they shall receive a terrible blow this parliament, and yet they shall not see who hurts them.