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... hours , to discuss all sorts of delightful questions in literature and art . He unearthed Plutarch , and had friendly battles with the Squire in com- parisons of Alcibiades and Coriolanus , Aristides and Cato , Cimon and Lucullus . He ...
... hours , to discuss all sorts of delightful questions in literature and art . He unearthed Plutarch , and had friendly battles with the Squire in com- parisons of Alcibiades and Coriolanus , Aristides and Cato , Cimon and Lucullus . He ...
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... hour afterwards he was galloping with his thoughts over Helswick heath . Never since that favourite mare had run away with her jockey and the Leger , had she been tempted into such a pace ; but fast as she went she could not overtake ...
... hour afterwards he was galloping with his thoughts over Helswick heath . Never since that favourite mare had run away with her jockey and the Leger , had she been tempted into such a pace ; but fast as she went she could not overtake ...
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... hour . Well ? Barnes had made some excuse to get rid of Mountford , and had seen the two through the window . Spying , sneaking , peeping ! No , he hadn't ; and if Paul got into such confounded rages with him he would hook it altogether ...
... hour . Well ? Barnes had made some excuse to get rid of Mountford , and had seen the two through the window . Spying , sneaking , peeping ! No , he hadn't ; and if Paul got into such confounded rages with him he would hook it altogether ...
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... hour , and when the reply , " Past eight , " was given , he said : “ " Eight of the clock ! that cannot be eight of the clock , nay , nay , it cannot be , for by eight of the clock you shall lose your master . " The prediction was ...
... hour , and when the reply , " Past eight , " was given , he said : “ " Eight of the clock ! that cannot be eight of the clock , nay , nay , it cannot be , for by eight of the clock you shall lose your master . " The prediction was ...
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... hours afterwards , as he lay with his hand in Mrs. Massey's . You should have seen how gentle death will sometimes be with a good man ! You should have heard the true - hearted old man say : " Paul , you will be kind to her , and ...
... hours afterwards , as he lay with his hand in Mrs. Massey's . You should have seen how gentle death will sometimes be with a good man ! You should have heard the true - hearted old man say : " Paul , you will be kind to her , and ...
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The Rose, the shamrock and the thistle, a magazine. Vol.1, June ..., Volume 4 Volledige weergave - 1864 |
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Æneid Alixie amongst Anna Federovna Anna Lee Anthony Evans asked beautiful Bessie Martin boat called Challoner Cheyne church Dalaber dear death Denby Rise door Edith exclaimed eyes face Fairwater fancy father fear feel felt Frank Grey gentleman George Grey girl Glafira hair hand happy Harry Thornhill head hear heard heart Helswick Herodotus Homer honour hope Hyllyer Ingoldsby Legends Kate knew lady laughed leave letter look Luke Howard marriage Maryport mind morning mother Mountford never night once Oxford Paul Massey Paul's Percy Peter Foster Phlegethon poet poor replied Richard Grey Romaine round scene seemed seen smile soon Sophocles story Summerdale sure sweet talk tell things thought told Tom Benson turned voice whilst wife window Winford Barnes woman words young
Populaire passages
Pagina 371 - Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more; He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the road-side fell and perished, Weary with the march of life! They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more!
Pagina 205 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, • Let me rise and fly away.
Pagina 206 - Whispering I knew not what of wild and sweet, Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing, While Ilion like a mist rose into towers.
Pagina 363 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest flow'ret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Pagina 181 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
Pagina 371 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light!
Pagina 146 - And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead; Go to thy death-bed, He never will come again. His beard was as white as snow All flaxen was his poll, He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan: God ha
Pagina 148 - The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow ; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow...
Pagina 381 - tis so long, it is not very wide, For two are the most that together can ride ; And e'en...
Pagina 92 - Beg my dead body, which, living, was denied thee ; and either lay it at Sherborne, if the land continue, or in Exeter church, by my father and mother. I can say no more : time and death call me away.