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... flowers of heaven . Mat Maybird , in the mean time , proceeded with Heringford to Westrill's now dilapidated cottage , for the purpose of carrying out their design . Willie Bats stood already at the door . " She is here ! " cried he ...
... flowers of heaven . Mat Maybird , in the mean time , proceeded with Heringford to Westrill's now dilapidated cottage , for the purpose of carrying out their design . Willie Bats stood already at the door . " She is here ! " cried he ...
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... mother near , watching as I wreathed a basket of flowers into garlands - they were for little Beatrice , then a girl . Strange that the thought of this should now return ! How changed is all since then ! I was then ELLERTON CASTLE . 13.
... mother near , watching as I wreathed a basket of flowers into garlands - they were for little Beatrice , then a girl . Strange that the thought of this should now return ! How changed is all since then ! I was then ELLERTON CASTLE . 13.
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... flower , the grey hair , and the autumnal tints embrowning all nature far and wide ; all these give out , with a voice like that " which he Who saw the Apocalypse , heard cry in heaven , " VOL . II.-NO. I. D the majestic and awful ...
... flower , the grey hair , and the autumnal tints embrowning all nature far and wide ; all these give out , with a voice like that " which he Who saw the Apocalypse , heard cry in heaven , " VOL . II.-NO. I. D the majestic and awful ...
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... flowers yielded in sympathy their fra- grant incense ; all unheard was the sigh of the pitying zephyr , as it passed that lovely bower . And Eve twined a chaplet of the fairest flowers , and bound them around her temples ; these she ...
... flowers yielded in sympathy their fra- grant incense ; all unheard was the sigh of the pitying zephyr , as it passed that lovely bower . And Eve twined a chaplet of the fairest flowers , and bound them around her temples ; these she ...
Side 20
... flowers sprang up around her footsteps ; her presence scattered still the delights of Paradise ; joy then was at her ... flower of purity ; while the kindred rose that , as it grew not in that bower , retains its former hue , to this day ...
... flowers sprang up around her footsteps ; her presence scattered still the delights of Paradise ; joy then was at her ... flower of purity ; while the kindred rose that , as it grew not in that bower , retains its former hue , to this day ...
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angel Annette APPIANI art thou Banquo beautiful beneath bosom bright Carnwood child Cicely CLAUDIA cried Curts dare dark daughter dear death doth dream earth Edward Emilia Galotti eyes face fair father fear feel flowers gaze genius glory Gotthold Ephraim Lessing grave Guastalla hand happy hath hear heart heaven Heringford honour hope hour Jessamine Jove Kate Westrill kiss knew lady laugh Lisette look lord Macbeth maiden Marinelli MART Mat Maybird MEDON mind misery mother murder never night noble Novalis o'er ODOARDO once ORSINA passage passed Pergolese PIRRO poet poetry PRINCE PROMETH replied rose Sabionetta scene SCHN Shakspere sigh Silvan Simon Byre Sir Richard Ellerton sleep smile sorrow soul speak Spenton spirit stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Vermont village voice wander Willie Bats words
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Side 194 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Side 481 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Side 255 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
Side 303 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Side 305 - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended: That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Side 193 - Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
Side 232 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Side 302 - And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries 'Hold, enough!
Side 429 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Side 301 - The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ; — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more ! to all the house : Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more .