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Pagina 3
... head of the same Lanty Wolfe , Orangeman and Sassanagh though he be . ' " We do not enquire into your motives , ' resumed the officer ; ' all we want to ascertain from you is , was it here you saw him conceal himself ? " " Blessed queen ...
... head of the same Lanty Wolfe , Orangeman and Sassanagh though he be . ' " We do not enquire into your motives , ' resumed the officer ; ' all we want to ascertain from you is , was it here you saw him conceal himself ? " " Blessed queen ...
Pagina 4
... head , ere the yeomanry were out of hear- ing ; for they rode quickly on their mission of bloodshed . A faint moan of agony from the lips of the ill - treated Clara Sinnott gave evidence that life was not extinct . The outlaw crept ...
... head , ere the yeomanry were out of hear- ing ; for they rode quickly on their mission of bloodshed . A faint moan of agony from the lips of the ill - treated Clara Sinnott gave evidence that life was not extinct . The outlaw crept ...
Pagina 6
... head in through the rugged doorway . He remained a moment in consultation with those within , and addressing himself again to Wolfe , de- sired him to pass on . ' " With much trouble , he succeeded in carrying the wounded woman through ...
... head in through the rugged doorway . He remained a moment in consultation with those within , and addressing himself again to Wolfe , de- sired him to pass on . ' " With much trouble , he succeeded in carrying the wounded woman through ...
Pagina 7
... head of the table sat a powerful - looking man , about forty years of age , with a very dark complexion , and immensely large black whiskers . He was dressed in a superfine blue cloth frock , and white trowsers ; around his waist went a ...
... head of the table sat a powerful - looking man , about forty years of age , with a very dark complexion , and immensely large black whiskers . He was dressed in a superfine blue cloth frock , and white trowsers ; around his waist went a ...
Pagina 8
... head ; every man in that infuriated group seemed to thirst for his blood with all the gaping ferocity of the vampire of German mythology . " The chief leaped from his seat . He flung himself between the assailed and his assailants . No ...
... head ; every man in that infuriated group seemed to thirst for his blood with all the gaping ferocity of the vampire of German mythology . " The chief leaped from his seat . He flung himself between the assailed and his assailants . No ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 541 - The glorious company of the Apostles, The goodly fellowship of the Prophets, The noble army of Martyrs praise thee.
Pagina 210 - The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'
Pagina 211 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken!
Pagina 212 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Pagina 128 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Pagina 209 - OH ! call my brother back to me ! I cannot play alone ; The Summer comes with flower and bee — Where is my brother gone ? " The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sunbeam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back ! " The flowers run wild — the flowers we sow'd Around our garden tree; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh ! call him back to me...
Pagina 160 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Pagina 216 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Pagina 278 - And she may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
Pagina 162 - The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage, And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to- the wild ocean.