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... Countess of Fife . October 29 , 1854 . We went to kirk , as usual , at twelve o'clock . The service was performed by the Rev. Norman Macleod , of Glasgow , son of Dr. Macleod , and anything finer I never heard . The sermon , entirely ...
... Countess of Fife . October 29 , 1854 . We went to kirk , as usual , at twelve o'clock . The service was performed by the Rev. Norman Macleod , of Glasgow , son of Dr. Macleod , and anything finer I never heard . The sermon , entirely ...
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... Countess was wont to take her airing . " " Without doubt thou shalt see me and hear me also , my mother , " cried Urlurette , giving a little spring over a rough bit of the pathway , in order to lend emphasis to her purpose ; " for I ...
... Countess was wont to take her airing . " " Without doubt thou shalt see me and hear me also , my mother , " cried Urlurette , giving a little spring over a rough bit of the pathway , in order to lend emphasis to her purpose ; " for I ...
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... countess fled with the rest . They could not carry thee with them . I am afraid thou art wicked to reflect on them for what the poor people could not help , " said Madelinette , striving to be severe for the young girl's good . II . In ...
... countess fled with the rest . They could not carry thee with them . I am afraid thou art wicked to reflect on them for what the poor people could not help , " said Madelinette , striving to be severe for the young girl's good . II . In ...
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... countess ? " she demanded wrathfully . " Thou knewest that she was always delicate : and even thy sodden brains might have judged this was a trying moment for her . " " Say no more , Claude , ” interposed the voice from the bed , -a ...
... countess ? " she demanded wrathfully . " Thou knewest that she was always delicate : and even thy sodden brains might have judged this was a trying moment for her . " " Say no more , Claude , ” interposed the voice from the bed , -a ...
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... countess was gentle in her listlessness and fastidiousness ; Madame Claude had justice in her sternness . And these elderly women , who were so critical and unsympathetic to Urlurette , were devoted to , and capable of , any sacrifice ...
... countess was gentle in her listlessness and fastidiousness ; Madame Claude had justice in her sternness . And these elderly women , who were so critical and unsympathetic to Urlurette , were devoted to , and capable of , any sacrifice ...
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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...