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... young Sullivan ; every thing he saw tended to remind him of home ; for the Irish were sedulously ex- cluded : the garrison , for such it really was , maintained itself in the midst of the enemy's country ; and though surrounded by walls ...
... young Sullivan ; every thing he saw tended to remind him of home ; for the Irish were sedulously ex- cluded : the garrison , for such it really was , maintained itself in the midst of the enemy's country ; and though surrounded by walls ...
Side 5
... young people ; he was invited successively to the houses of the principal merchants ; he attended the civic shows and festivals ; and he ventured into the country . On all occasions he was attended by Henry and the young ladies , and he ...
... young people ; he was invited successively to the houses of the principal merchants ; he attended the civic shows and festivals ; and he ventured into the country . On all occasions he was attended by Henry and the young ladies , and he ...
Side 7
... young man , with evident reluctance , yielded to this advice ; the garden - door was open , he was provided with the watch- word , and half an hour after he had been a murderer saw him a fugitive without the city walls . When the sad ...
... young man , with evident reluctance , yielded to this advice ; the garden - door was open , he was provided with the watch- word , and half an hour after he had been a murderer saw him a fugitive without the city walls . When the sad ...
Side 8
... young man had won for himself the esteem of his fellow - citizens ; and much as they condemned his crime , they were not unwilling to acknowledge that it admitted of many pal- liations . The impetuosity of his youth ; the vehemence of ...
... young man had won for himself the esteem of his fellow - citizens ; and much as they condemned his crime , they were not unwilling to acknowledge that it admitted of many pal- liations . The impetuosity of his youth ; the vehemence of ...
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... young couple for three - fourths of the year , that is , from the com- mencement of spring to the latter end of autumn , were allowed , as we have stated , to meet in the forest , by way of an evening ride ; but when winter , with its ...
... young couple for three - fourths of the year , that is , from the com- mencement of spring to the latter end of autumn , were allowed , as we have stated , to meet in the forest , by way of an evening ride ; but when winter , with its ...
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Adelinda Albruzzo Amalberga appeared arms baron beauty Black Forest bosom breath bright brow called Callisthenes castle countenance country comforts cried Cuvier dark daughter dead dear death deep delight door dream Duke of Rothesay earth East Woodhay EDWARD ALLEYN Elvira exclaimed eyes fair father fear feel feet forest gentleman Geshie Glendhu grey friar hand hath head heard heart heaven Heloise Hernando Herrman honor hope hour Jack king knew Koenigsberg lady Letty light lips live look Lord Lysimachus Meinheim mind mountains nature NELL GWYN never night o'er passed Pevensey Pierrot poor possession prince racter replied returned round Rubezahl scarcely scene seemed smile soon sorrow soul spirit Stadtholder stood sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought Verstegan voice Wahabees whilst wild words wretched young youth
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Side 57 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. 'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in a charnel ; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. He has outsoared the shadow of our night...
Side 192 - ... but the dove found no rest for the sole of her foot, and she returned unto him into the ark...
Side 271 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Side 113 - That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
Side 129 - Oh! laughingly My little brothers round the warm hearth crowd, Our home-fire blazes broad, and bright, and high, And the roof rings with voices light and loud: Spare me awhile! raise up my drooping brow! I am content to die — but, oh! not now!
Side 242 - OH ! beautiful thou art, Thou sculpture-like and stately River-Queen ! Crowning the depths, as with the light serene Of a pure heart. Bright lily of the wave ! Rising in fearless grace with every swell, Thou seem'st as if a spirit meekly brave Dwelt in thy cell...
Side 181 - And whereas the Laws of England are the birthright of the people thereof, and all the Kings and Queens, who shall ascend the Throne of this realm, ought to administer the Government of the same according to the said laws, and all their officers and ministers ought to serve them respectively according to the same...
Side 129 - Summer is gone ; and autumn's soberer hues Tint the ripe fruits, and gild the waving corn ; The huntsman swift the flying game pursues, Shouts the halloo ! and winds his eager horn. " Spare me awhile, to wander forth and gaze On the broad meadows, and the quiet stream, To watch in silence while the evening rays Slant through the fading trees with ruddy gleam ! Cooler the breezes play around my brow ; I am content to die, — but oh ! not now...
Side 222 - He hung his head ; each nobler aim And hope and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's hour, that instant came Fresh o'er him, and he wept — he wept ! Blest tears of soul-felt penitence ! In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.
Side 236 - The hoary fool, who many days Has struggled with continued sorrow, Renews his hope, and blindly lays The desperate bet upon to-morrow. To-morrow comes ; 'tis noon, 'tis night ; This day like all the former flies : Yet on he runs, to seek delight To-morrow, till to-night he dies.