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Page 74
At length , from the effects of a cold , caught while wandering about the streets
one wet and stormy night , to avoid an arrest , he died in the very prime of his life ,
and the zenith of talents , addicted to no vice , capable of every virtue , and ...
At length , from the effects of a cold , caught while wandering about the streets
one wet and stormy night , to avoid an arrest , he died in the very prime of his life ,
and the zenith of talents , addicted to no vice , capable of every virtue , and ...
Page 115
... on the wind were borne , The keen black frost had scarcely failed , And sleet
and rain by turns assailed I mark ' d , as where in warmth I stood , And the sight
did almost freeze my blood , A little infant on a stone , Cold and shiv ' ring sit
alone .
... on the wind were borne , The keen black frost had scarcely failed , And sleet
and rain by turns assailed I mark ' d , as where in warmth I stood , And the sight
did almost freeze my blood , A little infant on a stone , Cold and shiv ' ring sit
alone .
Page 116
Oh ! mother , come to me - for I Am cold and sick — and verily Methinks the night
begins to fall , For darkness shuts me out from all I saw before I feel not now The
damp snow falling on my brow ; And sure the cold has left this stone Where I ...
Oh ! mother , come to me - for I Am cold and sick — and verily Methinks the night
begins to fall , For darkness shuts me out from all I saw before I feel not now The
damp snow falling on my brow ; And sure the cold has left this stone Where I ...
Page 324
For the voice that gave the stern command Hath sigh ' d its latest breath ; And an
infant now may snatch the brand From his dull cold grasp of death ! And the
breast so true and the brow so proud Are cold and senseless all ; He hath
changed ...
For the voice that gave the stern command Hath sigh ' d its latest breath ; And an
infant now may snatch the brand From his dull cold grasp of death ! And the
breast so true and the brow so proud Are cold and senseless all ; He hath
changed ...
Page 325
And cheeks are all pallid , and hearts are all cold , And tears from the heart -
springs are shed ; And who that looks on the sweet saint to behold , But would
gladly lie down in her stead ! There is grief ! there is grief ! there is anguish and
strife ...
And cheeks are all pallid , and hearts are all cold , And tears from the heart -
springs are shed ; And who that looks on the sweet saint to behold , But would
gladly lie down in her stead ! There is grief ! there is grief ! there is anguish and
strife ...
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Page 336 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 45 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Page 337 - Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late; For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he...
Page 337 - 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.
Page 336 - He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 242 - When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array ! For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight. And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight : They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown ; Woe, woe, to the riders that trample them down ! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
Page 98 - So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
Page 337 - The bride kissed the goblet, the knight took it up ; He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup ; She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
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Page 186 - Ye cannot drink the cup of the Lord, and the cup of devils: ye cannot be partakers of the Lord's table, and of the table of devils. 22 Do we provoke the Lord to jealousy ? are we stronger than he...