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Side 19
... voice ad- monished his daughter to retire to a lit- tle chamber constructed for her accom- modation . With a voice which , though quivering with emotion , lost nothing of its native sweetness , the young maiden answered , " Oh let me be ...
... voice ad- monished his daughter to retire to a lit- tle chamber constructed for her accom- modation . With a voice which , though quivering with emotion , lost nothing of its native sweetness , the young maiden answered , " Oh let me be ...
Side 22
... voice in lowland Scotch , " good can never come of such evil as your captain and you have wrought ; had you taken Miles Colvine's gold and sil ver alone the sin had been but small , and 22 Miles Colvine , the Cumberland Mariner .
... voice in lowland Scotch , " good can never come of such evil as your captain and you have wrought ; had you taken Miles Colvine's gold and sil ver alone the sin had been but small , and 22 Miles Colvine , the Cumberland Mariner .
Side 23
... voice has been heard to - day , and tremble all you that touched her sweet body , for here has come an avenging tempest . The sea will soon devour us , and the mother who bore , and the wife who loved me , and the bonnie babes I have ...
... voice has been heard to - day , and tremble all you that touched her sweet body , for here has come an avenging tempest . The sea will soon devour us , and the mother who bore , and the wife who loved me , and the bonnie babes I have ...
Side 32
... voice , when children wake screaming —and find none to soothe them - what a terrible shaking it is to their poor nerves ! The keeping them up till midnight , through candle - light and the unwholesome hours , as they are called , would ...
... voice , when children wake screaming —and find none to soothe them - what a terrible shaking it is to their poor nerves ! The keeping them up till midnight , through candle - light and the unwholesome hours , as they are called , would ...
Side 41
... voice bade me be- gone . Her lean shrivelled arms , loose breasts , haggard features , and grey dishevelled hair , gave her an appear- ance absolutely horrible . I affected first to disregard , and then soften her ; neither would do ...
... voice bade me be- gone . Her lean shrivelled arms , loose breasts , haggard features , and grey dishevelled hair , gave her an appear- ance absolutely horrible . I affected first to disregard , and then soften her ; neither would do ...
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Side 262 - We are not of Alice, nor of thee, nor are we children at all. The children of Alice call Bartrum father. We are nothing ; less than nothing ; and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe millions of ages before we have existence, and a name.
Side 262 - Then I told how for seven long years, in hope sometimes, sometimes in despair, yet persisting ever, I courted the fair Alice W n ; and, as much as children could understand, I explained to them what coyness, and difficulty, and denial meant in maidens — when suddenly, turning to Alice, the soul of the first Alice looked out at her eyes with such a reality of re-presentment, that I became in doubt which of them stood there before me, or whose that bright hair was...
Side 223 - Here lies Fred, Who was alive, and is dead. Had it been his father, I had much rather. Had it been his brother, Still better than another. Had it been his sister, No one would have missed her. Had it been the whole generation, Still better for the nation. But since 't is only Fred, Who was alive, and is dead, There's no more to be said.
Side 262 - I was lame-footed; and how when he died, though he had not been dead an hour, it seemed as if he had died a great while ago, such a distance there is betwixt life and death...
Side 319 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Side 261 - ... carried away to the owner's other house, where they were set up, and looked as awkward as if some one were to carry away the old tombs they had seen lately at the abbey, and stick them up in Lady C.'s tawdry gilt drawing-room. Here John smiled, as much as to say, " That would be foolish indeed.
Side 261 - ... or in lying about upon the fresh grass, with all the fine garden smells around me — or basking in the orangery, till I could almost fancy myself ripening too along with the oranges and the limes in that grateful warmth — or in watching the dace that darted to and fro in the fish-pond, at the bottom of the garden, with here and there a great sulky pike hanging midway down the water in silent state, as if it mocked at their impertinent friskings...
Side 200 - Cupid and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?
Side 250 - tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy...
Side 261 - CHILDREN love to listen to stories about their elders, when they were children ; to stretch their imagination to the conception of a traditionary great-uncle or grandame whom they never saw.