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... heart ; but at this moment my sorrows are too great . [ BARON gives him a piece of money . ] I en- treat your pardon - what you have been so good as to give me is not enough . BARON . Not enough ! FREDERICK . No , it is not enough . If ...
... heart ; but at this moment my sorrows are too great . [ BARON gives him a piece of money . ] I en- treat your pardon - what you have been so good as to give me is not enough . BARON . Not enough ! FREDERICK . No , it is not enough . If ...
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... heart - alive ! Mr. T. , that is what is done in almost every comedy . Do , -pray try and recollect the title . ' ' Mrs. T. , you are becoming stupid . You ought by this time to know the name of every play . It's that five - act comedy ...
... heart - alive ! Mr. T. , that is what is done in almost every comedy . Do , -pray try and recollect the title . ' ' Mrs. T. , you are becoming stupid . You ought by this time to know the name of every play . It's that five - act comedy ...
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... heart of Mrs. Brown responded . She was excessively obliged to receive expressions of sympathy from a well - bred gentleman , and soon entered upon a detailed account of her voyage from London to Margate . Nothing could be more à propos ...
... heart of Mrs. Brown responded . She was excessively obliged to receive expressions of sympathy from a well - bred gentleman , and soon entered upon a detailed account of her voyage from London to Margate . Nothing could be more à propos ...
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... heart that has once loved never forgets , But keeps loving that which it prizes , So the sun - flower turns round with the sun till it sets , And turns back again when it rises . ' As soon as the landlord brought the wine , Mrs. Brown ...
... heart that has once loved never forgets , But keeps loving that which it prizes , So the sun - flower turns round with the sun till it sets , And turns back again when it rises . ' As soon as the landlord brought the wine , Mrs. Brown ...
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... heart , not head ; Simple and unadorn'd , such as beseem'd One on high mission sent . With words that wept , Methought , at the sad tidings they convey'd , He pleaded Childhood's , Girlhood's , Woman's cause ; The veil undrawn , what ...
... heart , not head ; Simple and unadorn'd , such as beseem'd One on high mission sent . With words that wept , Methought , at the sad tidings they convey'd , He pleaded Childhood's , Girlhood's , Woman's cause ; The veil undrawn , what ...
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Página 36 - Pass!' the old man said; ¡Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!' And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior! ,O stay,' the maiden said, ,and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Página 273 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
Página 36 - A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
Página 36 - The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Página 36 - Excelsior! ,O stay,' the maiden said, ,and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!' A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered with a sigh, Excelsior! ,Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
Página 187 - God with all my Heart, with all my Soul, and with all my Strength; and honour the King, and all good Men in Authority under him.
Página 580 - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep To break the Scottish circle deep That fought around their king. But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though billmen ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight; Linked in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like...
Página 201 - I SAW thee, Netley, as the sun Across the western wave Was sinking slow, And a golden glow To thy roofless towers he gave ; And the ivy sheen, With its mantle of green, That wrapt thy walls around, Shone lovelily bright, In that glorious light, And I felt 'twas holy ground. Then...
Página 78 - ... I, gentlemen of the jury ; that he wears very fine clothes, much finer clothes than you or I, gentlemen of the jury ; that he has abundance of money in his pocket, much more money than you or I, gentlemen of the jury ; but, gentlemen of the jury, is it not a very hard case.
Página 580 - But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go. Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spear-men still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight; Link'd in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like knight, As fearlessly and well; Till utter darkness closed her wing O'er their thin host and wounded King.