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... mother , whose line of conduct was dictated by the laudable desire of keeping her child quiet . I once took the liberty of asking a young woman who was travelling in the same car with me , and stuffing her child incessantly with heavy ...
... mother , whose line of conduct was dictated by the laudable desire of keeping her child quiet . I once took the liberty of asking a young woman who was travelling in the same car with me , and stuffing her child incessantly with heavy ...
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... mother dying ! -What can I buy with this ? Ha ! what do I see ? -a nobleman , I suppose , or a man of fortune - yes , I will once more beg for my mother . [ Enter COUNT CASSEL , to whom he appeals in vain ; then en- ters BARON ...
... mother dying ! -What can I buy with this ? Ha ! what do I see ? -a nobleman , I suppose , or a man of fortune - yes , I will once more beg for my mother . [ Enter COUNT CASSEL , to whom he appeals in vain ; then en- ters BARON ...
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... mother , and how many more children has she ? Take that , and be a good boy to her . Good day . ' And exit the Baron . Mrs. Thornton had his peculiarities off the stage as well as on . Thornton would occasionally ask him what the ...
... mother , and how many more children has she ? Take that , and be a good boy to her . Good day . ' And exit the Baron . Mrs. Thornton had his peculiarities off the stage as well as on . Thornton would occasionally ask him what the ...
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... mother , and a kind friend ; but what she piqued herself upon most was her family con- nection , for the superiority of which it will best suit our history to give her full credit ; she was , consequently , always most attentive to ...
... mother , and a kind friend ; but what she piqued herself upon most was her family con- nection , for the superiority of which it will best suit our history to give her full credit ; she was , consequently , always most attentive to ...
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... mother who bore you dream of your living to such an hour ! ' ' Calm your transports , ' said the stranger , with one of his singular smiles . I am not exactly he whom you take me for . ' Not Jack Ketch ? ' sighed the barber , his under ...
... mother who bore you dream of your living to such an hour ! ' ' Calm your transports , ' said the stranger , with one of his singular smiles . I am not exactly he whom you take me for . ' Not Jack Ketch ? ' sighed the barber , his under ...
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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.