The Rose, the shamrock and the thistle, a magazine. Vol.1, June-vol.6, March, Volumen 61864 |
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... mean to say hat Harry did not love his niece ? Certainly not ; he could not magine any man not loving her . But was sorry that Mr. Mountford should be angry ; and was ready to quit Denby Rise that very day , and to go about the world ...
... mean to say hat Harry did not love his niece ? Certainly not ; he could not magine any man not loving her . But was sorry that Mr. Mountford should be angry ; and was ready to quit Denby Rise that very day , and to go about the world ...
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... mean ? " " I mean this , " said Barnes , putting up his legs on the mantel- piece and blowing a cloud of tobacco - smoke up the chimney ; " I mean that you deserve to lose her for consenting to it . What will be the result ? She will ...
... mean ? " " I mean this , " said Barnes , putting up his legs on the mantel- piece and blowing a cloud of tobacco - smoke up the chimney ; " I mean that you deserve to lose her for consenting to it . What will be the result ? She will ...
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... mean to kill him . ” " I did , I did - in that moment I could have killed him twenty times , and you knew it , " said Paul furiously and seizing Winford with a desperate grasp . ' There , there , don't be a fool - remember I am your ...
... mean to kill him . ” " I did , I did - in that moment I could have killed him twenty times , and you knew it , " said Paul furiously and seizing Winford with a desperate grasp . ' There , there , don't be a fool - remember I am your ...
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... mean to go to Folkstone first , and then run over to Boulogne , and perhaps go on to Paris , if there's time , " says Mrs. S. again . " Is there anywhere else you'd like to go to , my dear , while you're about it ? " says I ; " wouldn't ...
... mean to go to Folkstone first , and then run over to Boulogne , and perhaps go on to Paris , if there's time , " says Mrs. S. again . " Is there anywhere else you'd like to go to , my dear , while you're about it ? " says I ; " wouldn't ...
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... mean , the young scholar returned to the manor - house , and was soon after rewarded by a visit from Evelyn , who placed a packet in his hands . " This was brought for you even now , by a special messenger , who charged us to place it ...
... mean , the young scholar returned to the manor - house , and was soon after rewarded by a visit from Evelyn , who placed a packet in his hands . " This was brought for you even now , by a special messenger , who charged us to place it ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Æneid Alixie amongst Anna Federovna Anna Lee Anthony Evans asked beautiful Bessie Martin boat called Challoner Cheyne church Dalaber dear death Denby Rise door Edith exclaimed eyes face Fairwater fancy father fear feel felt Frank Grey gentleman George Grey girl Glafira hair hand happy Harry Thornhill head hear heard heart Helswick Herodotus Homer honour hope Hyllyer Ingoldsby Legends Kate knew lady laughed leave letter look Luke Howard marriage Maryport mind morning mother Mountford never night once Oxford Paul Massey Paul's Percy Peter Foster Phlegethon poet poor replied Richard Grey Romaine round scene seemed seen smile soon Sophocles story Summerdale sure sweet talk tell things thought told Tom Benson turned voice whilst wife window Winford Barnes woman words young
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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.