Tom Brown's school-days, by an old boy [T. Hughes]. Wanderings in South America, by C. Waterton. Old Christmas, from the Sketch book of W. Irving. Bracebridge hall, by W. Irving

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Macmillan and Company, 1882 - 64 sider
 

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Side 7 - Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Side 11 - Lear. The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.
Side 30 - UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE' UNDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Side 4 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Side 53 - In this thing the LORD pardon thy servant, that when my master goeth into the house of Rimmon to worship there, and he leaneth on my hand, and I bow myself in the house of Rimmon : when I bow down myself in the house of Rimmon, the LORD pardon thy servant in this thing.
Side 28 - Caput apri defero Reddens laudes Domino. The boar's head in hand bring I, " With garlands gay and rosemary. I pray you all synge merily Qui estis in convivio.
Side 53 - And when they went, I heard the noise of their wings, like the noise of great waters, as the voice of the Almighty, the voice of speech, as the noise of an host: when they stood, they let down their wings.
Side 57 - I be lessen'd in his love ? I wrong the grave with fears untrue: Shall love be blamed for want of faith ? There must be wisdom with great Death : The dead shall look me thro
Side 38 - I mean,' said Tom, stepping on to the floor, every drop of blood in his body tingling; 'if any fellow wants the other boot, he knows how to get it.
Side 16 - Let not the dark thee cumber. What though the moon does slumber? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number.

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