The Palm annual, ed. by H.L. Nicholson. 1st seasonHorace L Nicholson 1871 |
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Pagina 63 - And plumed crests of chieftains brave Floating like foam upon the wave; But nought distinct they see : Wide raged the battle on the plain; Spears shook, and falchions flashed amain; Fell England's arrow-flight like rain; Crests rose, and stooped, and rose again, Wild and disorderly.
Pagina 61 - In garret and turretted dome, And the peer finds a place by the pauper's side — I lay them down as they come. And though thousands strong I can count my throng — The cry is still they come ! Come ! come ! come ! I have always a place for some ; The journey is short, and the path is clear, And there never came one but was welcome here, So be not afraid to come. Since sin in the world at first began, My gates I have closed to none ; Let them come as they can — child, woman, or man — • I receive...
Pagina 64 - Her moors red-brown wi' heather bells, Her banks an' braes, her dens an' dells, Where glorious Wallace Aft bure the gree, as story tells, Frae Southron billies. At Wallace' name, what Scottish blood But boils up in a spring-tide flood ! Oft have our fearless fathers strode By Wallace' side, Still pressing onward, red-wat shod, Or glorious died.
Pagina 57 - ... hand running she served mulligan and coffee made in a tin and seemed strangely familiar with the argot of hobo jungles. How near I was to the bull's-eye was revealed a week later with the arrival of a letter sent to Ilyeana by relatives in Canada. She ripped open the envelope and a newspaper clipping fell to the floor. I picked it up and was about to hand it to her when I saw the sinister heading, "Missing Man Believed Found.
Pagina 42 - I sit down to take up my pen to write these few lines, hoping they will find you quite well, as it leaves me at present.
Pagina 61 - And there never came one but was welcome here, So be not afraid to come. Since sin in the world at first began, My gates I have closed to none ; Let them come as they can — child, woman, or man — I receive them every one. I reck not the throbs of the bursting heart, Or the sorrow of them that mourn ; For is it not written that " dust thou art, And to dust thou shalt return...