The Ladies' Repository, Bände 33-34A. Tompkins, 1865 |
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... blood , these wretches , hardly above the beasts that perish , - ugh , she hated them . She liked a dog . There was Vinton , old fellow , shaking his shaggy sides , his wistful eyes full of a brute - pleading for admittance . She ...
... blood , these wretches , hardly above the beasts that perish , - ugh , she hated them . She liked a dog . There was Vinton , old fellow , shaking his shaggy sides , his wistful eyes full of a brute - pleading for admittance . She ...
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... blood upon the ground . Thank God that he prayed " Let this cup pass from me , " and justified the trembling weakness of our humanity . If he had said " Let it come ; I can meet it , " he would not have been a Christ . THE HENRIAD ...
... blood upon the ground . Thank God that he prayed " Let this cup pass from me , " and justified the trembling weakness of our humanity . If he had said " Let it come ; I can meet it , " he would not have been a Christ . THE HENRIAD ...
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... blood all the faithful are fel . " If everywhere this theological exact- ness has not been observed , the reasonable reader will supply the want . It would be very unjust to examine every word in a theological thesis . This poem is writ ...
... blood all the faithful are fel . " If everywhere this theological exact- ness has not been observed , the reasonable reader will supply the want . It would be very unjust to examine every word in a theological thesis . This poem is writ ...
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... blood . After the death of Conde , the whole weight of the party came on the Jane d'Albret , shoulders of Coligni . then a widow , confided her son to his Thus Henry , at the age of young fourteen , went within the army , and Labor and ...
... blood . After the death of Conde , the whole weight of the party came on the Jane d'Albret , shoulders of Coligni . then a widow , confided her son to his Thus Henry , at the age of young fourteen , went within the army , and Labor and ...
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... Blood ! blood ! Bleeding is as healthy in the month of August as in the month of May ! " The king's palace was one of the principal scenes of carnage ; for the Prince of Navarre lodged in the Louvre , and all his domestics were ...
... Blood ! blood ! Bleeding is as healthy in the month of August as in the month of May ! " The king's palace was one of the principal scenes of carnage ; for the Prince of Navarre lodged in the Louvre , and all his domestics were ...
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Anthony of Bourbon arms army Aurelian battle beautiful bless blood Bourbon brave brother called Carleton Charles IX child Coligni Conde dark dead dear death Duke of Anjou Duke of Guise eyes face faith father fear feel Florence flowers followed France friends Galena girl glory grave guerrillas Hagbert hand happy head heard heart heaven HENRIAD Henry Henry III Henry IV hero honor hope horses James Clement king King of Navarre knew lady League light lips live look Loreley massa Mayenne morning mother Navarre never night o'er Paris passed pedler poor prince Prince of Conde prisoner queen Rome seemed smile soldiers soon soul spirit stood sweet tears tell thee Therida things Thorwald thou thought throne tion turned Valois voice wife woman words young Zenobia
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Seite 160 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Seite 204 - Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather...
Seite 204 - They stole little Bridget For seven years long ; "When she 'came down again Her friends were all gone. They took her lightly back Between the night and morrow, They thought that she was fast asleep, But she was dead with sorrow.
Seite 42 - ... Dear girl, her name he dared not speak, But, as the song grew louder, Something upon the soldier's cheek Washed off the stains of powder. Beyond the darkening ocean burned The bloody sunset's embers, While the Crimean valleys learned How English love remembers. And once again a fire of hell Rained on the Russian quarters, With scream of shot, and burst of shell, And bellowing of the mortars! And Irish Nora's eyes are dim For a singer, dumb and gory; And English Mary mourns for him Who sang of...
Seite 377 - Where two twin turtle-doves dwell ! 0 cuckoopint, toll me the purple clapper That hangs in your clear green bell ! And show me your nest with the young ones in it ; I will not steal them away ; I am old ! you may trust me, linnet, linnet — I am seven times one to-day.
Seite 281 - The woman saith unto him, I know that Messias cometh, which is called Christ : when he is come he will tell us all things.
Seite 41 - They lay along the battery's side. Below the smoking cannon; Brave hearts from Severn and from Clyde, And from the banks of Shannon. They sang of love, and not of fame ; Forgot was Britain's glory; Each heart recalled a different name, But all sang "Annie Laurie.
Seite 359 - I sat and spun within the doore, My thread brake off, I raised myne eyes; The level sun, like ruddy ore, Lay sinking in the barren skies And dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis wandereth, My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. "Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling, Ere the early dews were falling, Farre away I heard her song. "Cusha! Cusha!
Seite 377 - THERE'S no dew left on the daisies and - clover, There's no rain left in heaven : I've said my "seven times" over and over, Seven times one are seven. I am old, so old, I can write a letter ; My birthday lessons are done; The lambs play always, they know no better ; They are only one times one.
Seite 38 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die...