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Pagina 36
... means this scene ? " exclaimed the younger officer . " Gerald Clare ! Have you then come to be my captor ? " said Dalaber , as he recognized his former friend and schoolfellow ; " then truly my cup of bitterness is full . " " Listen ...
... means this scene ? " exclaimed the younger officer . " Gerald Clare ! Have you then come to be my captor ? " said Dalaber , as he recognized his former friend and schoolfellow ; " then truly my cup of bitterness is full . " " Listen ...
Pagina 40
... means of a small Government department , and for a few revelations of certain arrangements which could scarcely fail to have had some bearing on the events occurring at the time . In several large volumes of his manuscript papers ...
... means of a small Government department , and for a few revelations of certain arrangements which could scarcely fail to have had some bearing on the events occurring at the time . In several large volumes of his manuscript papers ...
Pagina 47
... means a blessing-- " God be with thee ! " Its present use is to give a hasty and rather contemptuous dismissal , and ... meaning literally " Good dinner ! " — a wish decidedly the reverse of spiritual . The indolent far niente spirit ...
... means a blessing-- " God be with thee ! " Its present use is to give a hasty and rather contemptuous dismissal , and ... meaning literally " Good dinner ! " — a wish decidedly the reverse of spiritual . The indolent far niente spirit ...
Pagina 52
... connected with the Bank of Mel- bourne for instance , and during your first visit to the gold - fields . That is why you must not alter your will , my good friend . " " And you really mean that you'd betray me , 52 PAUL ROMAINE .
... connected with the Bank of Mel- bourne for instance , and during your first visit to the gold - fields . That is why you must not alter your will , my good friend . " " And you really mean that you'd betray me , 52 PAUL ROMAINE .
Pagina 53
" And you really mean that you'd betray me , rake up the sins of my past life after years of solitary misery have ... means nor the taste to describe . Somehow it always happened that Gaston was implicated in all acts of more than common ...
" And you really mean that you'd betray me , rake up the sins of my past life after years of solitary misery have ... means nor the taste to describe . Somehow it always happened that Gaston was implicated in all acts of more than common ...
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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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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.