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... poor dear old house , and to our rooms , which it was quite melancholy to see so deserted ; and settled about things being brought over . BETROTHAL OF THE PRINCESS ROYAL . September 29 , 1855 . Our dear Victoria was this day engaged to ...
... poor dear old house , and to our rooms , which it was quite melancholy to see so deserted ; and settled about things being brought over . BETROTHAL OF THE PRINCESS ROYAL . September 29 , 1855 . Our dear Victoria was this day engaged to ...
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... poor cell , my guest to be ? Then amid his exaltation , Loud the convent bell appalling , From its belfry calling , calling , Rang through court and corridor With persistent iteration He had never heard before . It was now the appointed ...
... poor cell , my guest to be ? Then amid his exaltation , Loud the convent bell appalling , From its belfry calling , calling , Rang through court and corridor With persistent iteration He had never heard before . It was now the appointed ...
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... poor dear old friend , the minister , and arter- wards in life as his companion , he was for everlastingly correctin ' me about words that I used wrong , so one day , having been down to the sale of the effects of the great Revolution ...
... poor dear old friend , the minister , and arter- wards in life as his companion , he was for everlastingly correctin ' me about words that I used wrong , so one day , having been down to the sale of the effects of the great Revolution ...
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... poor critter ; employment gives both appetite and digestion . Duty makes pleasure doubly sweet by contrast . When the harness is off , if the work ain't too hard , a critter likes to kick up his heels . When pleasure is the business of ...
... poor critter ; employment gives both appetite and digestion . Duty makes pleasure doubly sweet by contrast . When the harness is off , if the work ain't too hard , a critter likes to kick up his heels . When pleasure is the business of ...
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... poor as I be ; he is no cousin of mine , and if he was he'd be no credit , for he is no great shakes . Gentlemen now don't set up for that office ; How sweet , did any heart now share in my So saying , he placed himself close beside the ...
... poor as I be ; he is no cousin of mine , and if he was he'd be no credit , for he is no great shakes . Gentlemen now don't set up for that office ; How sweet , did any heart now share in my So saying , he placed himself close beside the ...
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The Library of Choice Literature and Encyclopædia of Universal ..., Volum 6 Ainsworth Rand Spofford Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1895 |
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Arab arms Bagamoyo beautiful began Bessy Bell born called caravan Ceph Charlie Clare Castle countess cried dear death delight earth Edwin Elgiva eyes father fear feel Fenian fire Franziska Frauenstein girl give hand happy head hear heard heart heaven holy lance honour hour Juliana kind king ladies Lake Tanganika Laurence live Livingstone look Lord Lord Thurlow Madame Claude Madelinette Mansie Maria Lobbs married master mind Mirambo morning mother mountains Nathaniel Pipkin nature negroes never night o'er old Lobbs passed poet poor Provençal Psyche Pyrrhus rose round schingen seemed servants smile soldiers soul spirit Stanley Stanley's sweet tears tell thee things thou thought tion Tita told trees Ujiji uncle Toby Unyanyembe Urlurette village Violet voice walked wild wonder words young youth Zanzibar
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Side 270 - Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word: " Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on !
Side 270 - And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Side 12 - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills.
Side 107 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Side 12 - I hang like a roof : The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Side 150 - I take to be the elder brother) was accidentally discovered in the manner following. The swine-herd, Ho-ti, having gone out into the woods one morning, as his manner was, to collect mast for his hogs, left his cottage in the care of his eldest son Bo-bo, a great lubberly boy, who being fond of playing with fire, as...
Side 265 - ... under an odd similitude ; sometimes it is lodged in a sly question, in a smart answer, in a quirkish reason, in a shrewd intimation, in cunningly diverting or cleverly retorting an objection ; sometimes it is couched in a bold scheme of speech, in a tart irony, in a lusty hyperbole, in a startling metaphor, in a plausible reconciling of contradictions, or in acute nonsense ; sometimes a scenical representation of persons or things, a counterfeit speech, a...
Side 51 - I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a; prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
Side 274 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Side 15 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...