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... brought up at Stonyhurst . His mother pro- vided for him partly with the nine thousand pounds which she had drawn from the estate in three years , and partly from her own pro- perty , which was a very good one . The " Sir John , did you ...
... brought up at Stonyhurst . His mother pro- vided for him partly with the nine thousand pounds which she had drawn from the estate in three years , and partly from her own pro- perty , which was a very good one . The " Sir John , did you ...
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... brought about . And , by the way , how is Edith , for I had forgotten to " Now this is checkmate , " said Lady Horn- bury . " How is Edith ? Why , Edith is as well as a bride can expect to be . Edith , living in that atmosphere of lies ...
... brought about . And , by the way , how is Edith , for I had forgotten to " Now this is checkmate , " said Lady Horn- bury . " How is Edith ? Why , Edith is as well as a bride can expect to be . Edith , living in that atmosphere of lies ...
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... brought his vertigo with him from the residence ; the chamberlain was too lusty to trust himself on the plank , and the ladies were timid . Welt sought to tranquillize them . He escorted them over the plank ; but he offered his services ...
... brought his vertigo with him from the residence ; the chamberlain was too lusty to trust himself on the plank , and the ladies were timid . Welt sought to tranquillize them . He escorted them over the plank ; but he offered his services ...
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... brought upon the stage , will not budge . While reduc- ing the sonnet to the bakers ' dozen , or giving the last kick to your heroine , as she walks off with her arm extended heavenwards , you hear the good old family bell warning the ...
... brought upon the stage , will not budge . While reduc- ing the sonnet to the bakers ' dozen , or giving the last kick to your heroine , as she walks off with her arm extended heavenwards , you hear the good old family bell warning the ...
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... brought from Favoet to the French camp for instant execution , at the demand of Don Louis of Spain . Astonished beyond measure at this most unchivalrous and most unheard of intention , the English knights looked at each other , wholly ...
... brought from Favoet to the French camp for instant execution , at the demand of Don Louis of Spain . Astonished beyond measure at this most unchivalrous and most unheard of intention , the English knights looked at each other , wholly ...
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Ackbar arms asked balas ruby beautiful bell blessing Boufflers brow Bruges called Charles of Blois Charon Coralie countess cried d'Aurilliac dark daughter dear death door earth Edith eyes fair father fear feel gaze Ginx's Baby give grand chamberlain hand happy Harz head hear heard heart heaven honour hour husband Jan Dirk Peereboom jewel king knight Lady Hornbury Lama laugh light live look Lord Lord of War Louis of Spain Lumberton Madame marriage married Menippus mind morning mother nature never o'er PANC passed poor Pugwash replied Rocroy round scene seemed SGAN SGANARELLE Sir John Sir Walter smile soul speak stood strange stranger sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tion told took turned voice Walter Manny Warrington Welt wife woman word young Zerinda
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Page 107 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 143 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 6 - As some lone miser, visiting his store, Bends at his treasure, counts, recounts it o'er; Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still...
Page 370 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Page 7 - Thus every good his native wilds impart Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And e'en those ills that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms...
Page 8 - That first excites desire, and then supplies. Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, \ Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame : Their level life is but a...
Page 6 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Page 370 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still?
Page 40 - Be still the unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal- a new birth...
Page 92 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...