Aileen Aroon: A Memoir, with Other Tales of Faithful Friends and Favourites Sketched from the Life |
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... trouble to start him off again . Our very birds are drowsy . The larks don't care to sing a bit more than suffices for conjugal felicity , and the starlings are constantly tumbling down our bedroom chimney , and making 30 Aileen Aroon .
... trouble to start him off again . Our very birds are drowsy . The larks don't care to sing a bit more than suffices for conjugal felicity , and the starlings are constantly tumbling down our bedroom chimney , and making 30 Aileen Aroon .
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... singing on the footstool , sing- ing a duet with the kettle on the hob . And I must not for- get to mention " Poll , " the parrot . Nobody knew how old Polly was , but with her extreme wisdom you couldn't help associating age . She didn ...
... singing on the footstool , sing- ing a duet with the kettle on the hob . And I must not for- get to mention " Poll , " the parrot . Nobody knew how old Polly was , but with her extreme wisdom you couldn't help associating age . She didn ...
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... singing as she feeds her canaries ; or out in the yard beyond , surrounded by hens and cocks , pigeons , ducks , and geese , laughing gaily as she scatters the barley she carries in her little apron . It was not a bit strange that every ...
... singing as she feeds her canaries ; or out in the yard beyond , surrounded by hens and cocks , pigeons , ducks , and geese , laughing gaily as she scatters the barley she carries in her little apron . It was not a bit strange that every ...
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... And now my appetite was appeased , but my conscience was awakened . How ever should I be able to face my mis- tress again ? Hark ! what is that ? It is Miss Laura's footstep on the stair . She is singing as sweetly as 46 Aileen Aroon.
... And now my appetite was appeased , but my conscience was awakened . How ever should I be able to face my mis- tress again ? Hark ! what is that ? It is Miss Laura's footstep on the stair . She is singing as sweetly as 46 Aileen Aroon.
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... singing as sweetly as only Laura can . She approaches the door ; her hand is on the latch . I can stand it no longer . With one bound , with one wild cry , I dash through a pane of glass , and drop almost senseless on to the lawn ...
... singing as sweetly as only Laura can . She approaches the door ; her hand is on the latch . I can stand it no longer . With one bound , with one wild cry , I dash through a pane of glass , and drop almost senseless on to the lawn ...
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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.