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... Poor Man's Night , the , by William Jones Psyche , by Mrs. Tighe • 25 370 59 252 Rose , to the 81 • Seasons , Song for the , by Barry Cornwall . 309 59 Simile , a , by Moore 404 81 Sleep , by Sir Philip Sidney 59 Southey , Isabel , to ...
... Poor Man's Night , the , by William Jones Psyche , by Mrs. Tighe • 25 370 59 252 Rose , to the 81 • Seasons , Song for the , by Barry Cornwall . 309 59 Simile , a , by Moore 404 81 Sleep , by Sir Philip Sidney 59 Southey , Isabel , to ...
Pagina 15
... poor and thin . All kinds of wool , and the best Berlin especially , require most light and delicate handling , or their beauty is destroyed . It was to avoid this that I made you put the skeins over your arms , instead of winding them ...
... poor and thin . All kinds of wool , and the best Berlin especially , require most light and delicate handling , or their beauty is destroyed . It was to avoid this that I made you put the skeins over your arms , instead of winding them ...
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... poor- house and seek an asylum . He repelled the idea , and answered , " No , I will go to Hamburg . " " To Hamburg ! " repeated the woman . " That you cannot do . Hamburg is a long way from Berlin , and before you reach there you would ...
... poor- house and seek an asylum . He repelled the idea , and answered , " No , I will go to Hamburg . " " To Hamburg ! " repeated the woman . " That you cannot do . Hamburg is a long way from Berlin , and before you reach there you would ...
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... Poor Constance was obliged to submit ; and in this species of domestic tyranny , those years of her life which should have been the most happy were passed away . The spirit of Constance Mortimer , although gentle , was too high to be ...
... Poor Constance was obliged to submit ; and in this species of domestic tyranny , those years of her life which should have been the most happy were passed away . The spirit of Constance Mortimer , although gentle , was too high to be ...
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... Poor Dick ! one eye was in- jured a little , and his life seemed doubtful . At night I placed him and his basket on the drawers in my room . Very early the next morning , the loud chirps which the poor little thing made for his father ...
... Poor Dick ! one eye was in- jured a little , and his life seemed doubtful . At night I placed him and his basket on the drawers in my room . Very early the next morning , the loud chirps which the poor little thing made for his father ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 31 - Look not upon me, because I am black, Because the sun hath looked upon me: My mother's children were angry with me ; They made me the keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept.
Pagina 52 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Pagina 191 - With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries ; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise ; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes : Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
Pagina 59 - Despair at me doth throw. 0 make in me those civil wars to cease: 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf...
Pagina 90 - Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish' eye, While the bee with honeyed thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring, With such consort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feathered sleep...
Pagina 327 - My blessin' and my pride! There's nothin' left to care for now, Since my poor Mary died. Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary, That still kept hoping on, When the trust in God had left my soul, And my arm's young strength was gone; There was comfort ever on your lip, And the kind look on your brow I bless you, Mary, for that same, Though you cannot hear me now.
Pagina 327 - I'll not forget you, darling, In the land I'm goin' to : They say there's bread and work for all, And the sun shines always there— But I'll not forget old Ireland, Were it fifty times as fair...
Pagina 327 - Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary, That still kept hoping on, When the trust in God had left my soul, And my arm's young strength was gone ; There was comfort ever on your lip, And the kind look on your brow — I bless you, Mary, for that same, Though you cannot hear me now. I thank you for the patient smile When your heart was fit to break, When the hunger pain was gnawin...
Pagina 172 - IF I had but two little wings, And were a little feathery bird, To you I'd fly, my dear ! But thoughts like these are idle things, And I stay here.
Pagina 81 - In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower, The spectral owl doth dwell; Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour, But at dusk he's abroad and well! Not a bird of the forest e'er mates with him; All mock him outright by day; But at night, when the woods grow still and dim, The boldest will shrink away!