The AmuletW. Baynes & Son, and Wightman & Cramp, 1835 |
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... seen many since , near ones , and , despite my selfishness , dear ones , within their coffins , but never shall I forget the first time I knew what death was . How I loathed the daylight that came peep- ing and prying through the half ...
... seen many since , near ones , and , despite my selfishness , dear ones , within their coffins , but never shall I forget the first time I knew what death was . How I loathed the daylight that came peep- ing and prying through the half ...
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... seen ; and they appeared employed in decking the houses with laurels and flowers , as much intent upon doing honour to the birth - day , as the younger portion of the community . It needed no inquiries , on my part , to draw forth my ...
... seen ; and they appeared employed in decking the houses with laurels and flowers , as much intent upon doing honour to the birth - day , as the younger portion of the community . It needed no inquiries , on my part , to draw forth my ...
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... seen on my arrival , and whose extraordinary likeness to the unfortunate Lawrence made me feel a very unpleasant sensation on our first meeting ; their voices , too , were similar ; and although I inquired as to who or what this ...
... seen on my arrival , and whose extraordinary likeness to the unfortunate Lawrence made me feel a very unpleasant sensation on our first meeting ; their voices , too , were similar ; and although I inquired as to who or what this ...
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... seen enough to show the ab- surdity of introducing a Swiss curé as the father - in - law of Ronald Herbert ! " Were I to live a thousand years I never can forget her look , when I ceased speaking . It was at once dignified and pathetic ...
... seen enough to show the ab- surdity of introducing a Swiss curé as the father - in - law of Ronald Herbert ! " Were I to live a thousand years I never can forget her look , when I ceased speaking . It was at once dignified and pathetic ...
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... seen , beautiful . I did not wait to inspect the flowers , but proceeded directly to the room of my wife . Miranda was kneeling by the bed - side , her face , flushed and anxious , her eyes upturned to her mother , RONALD HERBERT . 57.
... seen , beautiful . I did not wait to inspect the flowers , but proceeded directly to the room of my wife . Miranda was kneeling by the bed - side , her face , flushed and anxious , her eyes upturned to her mother , RONALD HERBERT . 57.
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Adah Adela amid Angus animal appeared Arisaig baillie beauty blessed bosom breath bright brother burrow called caplan Cevennes Charles Rolls Chelibee church cold colour Coningsby creature dark daughter dear death door earth eyes father fear feelings feet felt flowers frae Franciscan garden Georgy Giamovasi Gulf of Finland hair hand happy head heard heart heaven Henriques hour Huguenot hyæna knew Lawrence Lebedus lips living looked mandibles marriage maun Merillan Mhairi mingled minister monk morning mosque mother murmur Myrvin Neil Bryden never night Nismes o'er old Nicolaki once Painted Panagia passed Pauline poor replied returned river Ronald Ross Rosina ruin Russian Sadoc sbiten seen selfish sister smile Smyrna spirit stood stream sweet tears thee thou thought Three Mile Cross tion ukase village Vintage ground voice whilst widow wife wild words young
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Seite 43 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Seite 225 - And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, so must the Son of man be lifted up, that whoever believes in him may have eternal life.
Seite 14 - And where the rose-leaf, ever bold, Hears bees chant hymns to God, The breeze-bow'd palm, moss'd o'er with gold, Smiles on the well in summer cold, And daisied sod. But thou, pale blossom, thou art come, And flowers in winter blow, To tell me that the worm makes room For me, her brother, in the tomb, And thinks me slow. For as the rainbow of the dawn Foretells an eve of tears, A sunbeam on the sadden'd lawn I smile, and weep to be withdrawn In early years.
Seite 28 - Galileo's glass by night observed The phases of the moon^ look round below On Arno's vale, where the dove-coloured steer Is ploughing up and down among the vines, While many a careless note is sung aloud, Filling the air with sweetness — and on thee, Beautiful Florence, all within thy walls, Thy groves and gardens, pinnacles and towers, Drawn to our feet.
Seite 13 - THE DYING BOY TO THE SLOE BLOSSOM. BEFORE thy leaves thou com'st once more, White blossom of the sloe ! Thy leaves will come as heretofore ; But this poor heart, its troubles o'er. Will then lie low. A month at least before thy time Thou com'st, pale flower, to me ; For well thou know'st the frosty rime Will blast me ere my vernal prime, No more to be. Why here in winter ? No storm...
Seite 13 - BEFORE thy leaves thou com'st once more, White blossom of the sloe '. Thy leaves will come as heretofore ; But this poor heart, its troubles o'er, Will then lie low. A month at least before thy time Thou com'st, pale flower, to me ; For well thou know'st the frosty rime Will blast me ere my vernal prime, No more to be. Why here in winter ? No storm lowers O'er Nature's silent shroud!
Seite 68 - Those are sweetest, bubbling wild Through the laughter of a child. Harmonies from time-touched towers, Haunted strains from rivulets, Hum of bees among the flowers, Rustling leaves, and silver showers — These, ere long, the ear forgets ; But in mine there is a sound Ringing on the whole year round ; Heart-deep laughter that I heard, Ere my child could speak a word. Ah...
Seite 198 - He found her name beneath the snow-wreath wrought ; Then, from her grave, a knot of grass he brought, With tears and sighs. The hour of parting came, when feelings deep In the heart's depth awake. To his sad mother, pausing oft to weep, He gave a token, which he bade her keep For Edwin's sake. It was a grassy sprig, and auburn tress, Together twined and tied. He left them, then, for ever ! could they less Than bless and love that type of tenderness ? — Childless they died ! Long in their hearts...
Seite 16 - His life was but an April day — He loved and died ! " My mother smiles, then turns away, But turns away to weep ; They whisper round me — what they say I need not hear, for in the clay I soon must sleep.
Seite 258 - ... always resort to that spot in which they had previously been accustomed to repose. Although for days together they would sleep in the bed made up for them, yet on a sudden, from some unaccountable caprice, they would shift their resting-place, and seek repose behind a box, or in some dark retirement, in preference to their former habitation. They usually reposed side by side, looking like a pair of furred balls, and surly little growls issued from them when disturbed ; nevertheless, when very...