The Rose, the shamrock and the thistle, a magazine. Vol.1, June-vol.6, March, Volumen 61864 |
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... hands a letter received that morning from Harry . Even in a story we refrain from printing all the tender things which Harry said in this letter , all the noble words of self - sacrifice which he had penned with a feverish trembling hand ...
... hands a letter received that morning from Harry . Even in a story we refrain from printing all the tender things which Harry said in this letter , all the noble words of self - sacrifice which he had penned with a feverish trembling hand ...
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... hands with him , and said how sorry they were . Sundry old men and women , to whom he had been kind at various times ... hand for thine and the dowry which thy rich father will put with it ! Francis • • • Grey took a walk by the docks ...
... hands with him , and said how sorry they were . Sundry old men and women , to whom he had been kind at various times ... hand for thine and the dowry which thy rich father will put with it ! Francis • • • Grey took a walk by the docks ...
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... hand in Harry's . Harry was talking very earnestly , begging her to re- consider no doubt , telling her it was not too late , and all that sort of thing . Well , he would make no ex parte statement . He made an excuse to glide quietly ...
... hand in Harry's . Harry was talking very earnestly , begging her to re- consider no doubt , telling her it was not too late , and all that sort of thing . Well , he would make no ex parte statement . He made an excuse to glide quietly ...
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... hand in her uncle's and acquiesced in all he wished . The evening shadows had fallen upon them through an oriel window , as they sat looking out upon the valley and listening to the music of the brook as it went on to join the sea . Mr ...
... hand in her uncle's and acquiesced in all he wished . The evening shadows had fallen upon them through an oriel window , as they sat looking out upon the valley and listening to the music of the brook as it went on to join the sea . Mr ...
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... hand that would turn their leaves no more . You should have seen Joe Wittle sitting on that old bucket in the stable with his head in his hands , bemoaning his master to Harkaway , and you should have noted how the horse , as if it ...
... hand that would turn their leaves no more . You should have seen Joe Wittle sitting on that old bucket in the stable with his head in his hands , bemoaning his master to Harkaway , and you should have noted how the horse , as if it ...
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Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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
Página 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...
Página 381 - tis so long, it is not very wide, For two are the most that together can ride ; And e'en...
Página 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.