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... thought , " I'll make them man and wife . " Now Dora felt her uncle's will in all , And yearn'd towards William ; but the youth , because He had been always with her in the house , Thought not of Dora . Then there came a day When Allan ...
... thought , " I'll make them man and wife . " Now Dora felt her uncle's will in all , And yearn'd towards William ; but the youth , because He had been always with her in the house , Thought not of Dora . Then there came a day When Allan ...
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... thought , " It cannot be my uncle's mind will change ! " And days went on , and there was born a boy To William ; then distresses came on him ; And day by day he pass'd his father's gate , Heart - broken , and his father help'd him not ...
... thought , " It cannot be my uncle's mind will change ! " And days went on , and there was born a boy To William ; then distresses came on him ; And day by day he pass'd his father's gate , Heart - broken , and his father help'd him not ...
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... thought Hard things of Dora . Dora came and said : " I have obey'd my uncle until now , And I have sinn'd , for it was all thro ' me This evil came on William at the first . But , Mary , for the sake of him that's gone , And for your ...
... thought Hard things of Dora . Dora came and said : " I have obey'd my uncle until now , And I have sinn'd , for it was all thro ' me This evil came on William at the first . But , Mary , for the sake of him that's gone , And for your ...
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... thought of that sharp look , mother , I gave him yesterday , - But I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I'm to be Queen o ' the May . The honeysuckle round the porch has wov'n its wavy bowers 7 G Whittier The May Queen Alfred Tennyson.
... thought of that sharp look , mother , I gave him yesterday , - But I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I'm to be Queen o ' the May . The honeysuckle round the porch has wov'n its wavy bowers 7 G Whittier The May Queen Alfred Tennyson.
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... thought to pass away before , and yet alive I am ; And in the fields all round I hear the bleating of the lamb . How sadly , I remember , rose the morning of the year ! To die before the snowdrop came , and now the violet's here . O ...
... thought to pass away before , and yet alive I am ; And in the fields all round I hear the bleating of the lamb . How sadly , I remember , rose the morning of the year ! To die before the snowdrop came , and now the violet's here . O ...
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Page 55 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
Page 67 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 57 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 18 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'tis only noble to be good; Kind hearts are more than coronets, and simple faith than Norman blood.
Page 51 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Page 159 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more...
Page 82 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve — The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng ; And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight. She blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream I heard her breathe my name.
Page 156 - The dust, like smoke from the cannon's mouth, Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster, Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster. The heart of the steed and the heart of the master Were beating like prisoners...
Page 15 - Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well; Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
Page 161 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide, And now I am come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine ; There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.