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Seite 35 - My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea ; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee ! Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate. Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may...
Seite 226 - ... patient, noble Nell, was dead< Her little bird — a poor, slight thing the pressure of a finger would have crushed — was stirring nimbly in its cage; and the strong heart of its child-mistress was mute and motionless for ever. Where were the traces of her early cares, her sufferings, and fatigues ? All gone. Sorrow was dead indeed in her, but peace and perfect happiness were born; imaged in her tranquil beauty and profound repose.
Seite 196 - Statutes in that case made and provided, and against the peace of our Sovereign Lord the King, his crown and dignity.
Seite 228 - And now the bell — the bell she had so often heard by night and day, and listened to with solemn pleasure, almost as a living voice — rung its remorseless toll for her, so young, so beautiful, so good. Decrepit age, and vigorous life, and blooming youth, and helpless infancy, poured forth — on crutches, in the pride of health and strength, in the full blush of promise, in the mere dawn of life — to gather round her tomb.
Seite 84 - Please wave it at the window," was the faint reply. "Tie it to the lattice. Some of them may see it there. Perhaps they'll think of me, and look this way.
Seite 14 - But what," said Mr. Swiveller with a sigh, " what is the odds so long as the fire of soul is kindled at the taper of conwiviality, and the wing of friendship never moults a feather ! What is the odds so long as the spirit is expanded by means of rosy wine, and the present moment is the least happiest of our existence !" " You needn't act the chairman here,