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... better be adopted for sheltering themselves and us , during the night , which we seemed destined to pass in the woods . After some debate , it was recollected that one Colonel , a man of some standing in that neighbourhood , had a farm ...
... better be adopted for sheltering themselves and us , during the night , which we seemed destined to pass in the woods . After some debate , it was recollected that one Colonel , a man of some standing in that neighbourhood , had a farm ...
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... better half , like a tragedy - queen . So , Mr. T. ! -pretty doings , Mr. T. - very fine ! -you are , indeed , a nice man , Mr. T. 1 - quite a pattern for husbands and managers , Mr. T. ? -pulling your nose , there , like Cinderella in ...
... better half , like a tragedy - queen . So , Mr. T. ! -pretty doings , Mr. T. - very fine ! -you are , indeed , a nice man , Mr. T. 1 - quite a pattern for husbands and managers , Mr. T. ? -pulling your nose , there , like Cinderella in ...
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... better looking . ' Mrs. Brown shrank from this unpalatable familiarity , and was per- plexed to know how she was to accomplish her errand , when one of the steward's boys , always on the qui vive for a customer , presented himself to ...
... better looking . ' Mrs. Brown shrank from this unpalatable familiarity , and was per- plexed to know how she was to accomplish her errand , when one of the steward's boys , always on the qui vive for a customer , presented himself to ...
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... better the proceedings of his wife during the last twenty - four hours . C Well , dear , ' observed Mrs. Brown to her husband , as they sat in their own parlour the next evening , it was too bad of that nasty slut to spoil our tour ...
... better the proceedings of his wife during the last twenty - four hours . C Well , dear , ' observed Mrs. Brown to her husband , as they sat in their own parlour the next evening , it was too bad of that nasty slut to spoil our tour ...
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... better pace , and had a fine view on our left of Coldbath - Fields prison , which stands on the brow of Mount Plea- sant , and looks out upon the quiet little ville of Penton . The view from the corner of Calthorpe Street , is one of ...
... better pace , and had a fine view on our left of Coldbath - Fields prison , which stands on the brow of Mount Plea- sant , and looks out upon the quiet little ville of Penton . The view from the corner of Calthorpe Street , is one of ...
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Page 36 - Pass!' the old man said; ĄDark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!' And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior! ,O stay,' the maiden said, ,and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Page 273 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
Page 36 - A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
Page 36 - The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Page 36 - Excelsior! ,O stay,' the maiden said, ,and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!' A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered with a sigh, Excelsior! ,Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
Page 187 - God with all my Heart, with all my Soul, and with all my Strength; and honour the King, and all good Men in Authority under him.
Page 580 - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep To break the Scottish circle deep That fought around their king. But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though billmen ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight; Linked in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like...
Page 201 - I SAW thee, Netley, as the sun Across the western wave Was sinking slow, And a golden glow To thy roofless towers he gave ; And the ivy sheen, With its mantle of green, That wrapt thy walls around, Shone lovelily bright, In that glorious light, And I felt 'twas holy ground. Then...
Page 78 - ... I, gentlemen of the jury ; that he wears very fine clothes, much finer clothes than you or I, gentlemen of the jury ; that he has abundance of money in his pocket, much more money than you or I, gentlemen of the jury ; but, gentlemen of the jury, is it not a very hard case.
Page 580 - But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go. Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spear-men still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight; Link'd in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like knight, As fearlessly and well; Till utter darkness closed her wing O'er their thin host and wounded King.