Aileen Aroon: A Memoir, with Other Tales of Faithful Friends and Favourites Sketched from the Life |
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... mornings after , as I opened the letters . " Here's news , Dot . We're going to have Sable after all . Hear how D. O'C . writes . He says- " Though I have never met you , judging from what I have seen of your writings , I would rather ...
... mornings after , as I opened the letters . " Here's news , Dot . We're going to have Sable after all . Hear how D. O'C . writes . He says- " Though I have never met you , judging from what I have seen of your writings , I would rather ...
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... morning . The scene and the din on board that Irish boat beggars description , and I do not know which made the most noise , the men or the pigs . I think if anything the pigs did . It seemed to me that evil spirits had entered into the ...
... morning . The scene and the din on board that Irish boat beggars description , and I do not know which made the most noise , the men or the pigs . I think if anything the pigs did . It seemed to me that evil spirits had entered into the ...
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... morning ; and if you were to take a walk along our road at early dawn -say 11.45 a.m. - you would often find these bees sitting limp - winged and half asleep on fragrant thistle - tops , and if you poked at them with a stalk of hay ...
... morning ; and if you were to take a walk along our road at early dawn -say 11.45 a.m. - you would often find these bees sitting limp - winged and half asleep on fragrant thistle - tops , and if you poked at them with a stalk of hay ...
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... morning , writing as usual , when a carriage stopped at the door , and presently a friend was announced . 66 Why , Dawson , my boy ! " I cried , getting up to greet him , " what wind blew you all the way here ? " " Not a good one , by ...
... morning , writing as usual , when a carriage stopped at the door , and presently a friend was announced . 66 Why , Dawson , my boy ! " I cried , getting up to greet him , " what wind blew you all the way here ? " " Not a good one , by ...
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... vicious among them , and get them to love me . But I must confess that this Dandie was the most savage animal that I had ever yet met . When I went to take her dish away next morning Containing the Story of one of Aileen's Friends . 35.
... vicious among them , and get them to love me . But I must confess that this Dandie was the most savage animal that I had ever yet met . When I went to take her dish away next morning Containing the Story of one of Aileen's Friends . 35.
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Page 106 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Page 348 - If a bird's nest chance to be before thee in the way in any tree, or on the ground, whether they be young ones, or eggs, and the dam sitting upon the young, or upon the eggs, thou shalt not take the dam with the young: but thou shalt in any wise let the dam go, and take the young to thee; that it may be well with thee, and that thou mayest prolong thy days.
Page 348 - If thou meet thine enemy's ox or his ass going astray, thou shalt surely bring it back to him again. If thou see the ass of him that hateth thee lying under his burden, and wouldest forbear to help him, thou shalt surely help with him.
Page 28 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling ; And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel ; And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Page 3 - O nature ! a' thy shows and forms To feeling, pensive hearts hae charms ! Whether the summer kindly warms Wi' life and light, Or winter howls, in gusty storms, The lang, dark night! The muse, nae poet ever fand her...
Page 14 - Poetry' (p. 288), edited by R. Maynard Leonard (David Nutt, 1896). AT BEVAN. Bessells Green, Chevening, Kent. The second quotation, with two preceding lines, — With eye upraised, his master's looks to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man ; The rich man's guardian, and the poor man's friend, The only creature faithful to the end, — is attributed, in Southgate's ' Many Thoughts of Many Minds,
Page 150 - ALL through the sultry hours of June, From morning blithe to golden noon, And till the star of evening climbs The gray-blue East, a world too soon, • There sings a Thrush amid the limes.
Page 119 - Shine in the light, that streaks the sev'ring clouds, Bid her speed on, and greet her with a song : — Go, beautiful and gentle Dove, — But whither wilt thou go ? For though the clouds ride high above, How sad and waste is all below ! The wife of Shem, a moment to her breast Held the poor bird, and kiss'd it.
Page 62 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Page 92 - Than all the wreaths of foreign bower ; I ask not, while I near thee dwell, Arabia's spice, or Syria's rose ; Thy light festoons more freshly smell, Thy virgin white more purely glows.