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Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon. H CHOICE LITERATURE . 1 From Leaves from the Journal of.
Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon. H CHOICE LITERATURE . 1 From Leaves from the Journal of.
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... Leaves from the Journal of our Life in the Highlands present a simple and , remembering her loss and the nation's , a pathetic record of the rare holidays which state cares permitted the Queen and the Prince Consort to enjoy together ...
... Leaves from the Journal of our Life in the Highlands present a simple and , remembering her loss and the nation's , a pathetic record of the rare holidays which state cares permitted the Queen and the Prince Consort to enjoy together ...
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... leave it . " To Vicky , when told she was going to be married , she said , " May the Lord be a guide to ye in your future , and may every happiness attend ye . " She was very talkative ; and when I said I hoped to see her again , she ...
... leave it . " To Vicky , when told she was going to be married , she said , " May the Lord be a guide to ye in your future , and may every happiness attend ye . " She was very talkative ; and when I said I hoped to see her again , she ...
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... leave the poor to wait Hungry at the convent gate , Till the Vision passed away ? Should he slight his radiant guest- Slight his visitant celestial , For a crowd of ragged , bestial Beggars at the convent gate ? Would the Vision there ...
... leave the poor to wait Hungry at the convent gate , Till the Vision passed away ? Should he slight his radiant guest- Slight his visitant celestial , For a crowd of ragged , bestial Beggars at the convent gate ? Would the Vision there ...
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... leaves when laid In their noon - day dreams . From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one , When rocked to rest on their mother's breast , As she dances about the sun . I wield the flail of the lashing hail ...
... leaves when laid In their noon - day dreams . From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one , When rocked to rest on their mother's breast , As she dances about the sun . I wield the flail of the lashing hail ...
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Página 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 !
Página 270 - And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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...