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THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY 282812 ACTOR , LEMBO AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS 1903 Entered according to Act of Congress , in the year 1851 , By CORNISH , LAMPORT & Co , in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States , for ...
THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY 282812 ACTOR , LEMBO AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS 1903 Entered according to Act of Congress , in the year 1851 , By CORNISH , LAMPORT & Co , in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States , for ...
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... entered the army at the call of my country , and with my father's sanction - he being an old soldier , and my mother died before I could realize her value . Yet well do I remember , even now , her mild , expressive face , and can almost ...
... entered the army at the call of my country , and with my father's sanction - he being an old soldier , and my mother died before I could realize her value . Yet well do I remember , even now , her mild , expressive face , and can almost ...
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... entered ere the two retired , and restraint was soon removed . Two hours thus passed , and wearied with what had once been a pleasure , she sought her room to muse upon the past - the present - and the veiled future . Greatly relieved ...
... entered ere the two retired , and restraint was soon removed . Two hours thus passed , and wearied with what had once been a pleasure , she sought her room to muse upon the past - the present - and the veiled future . Greatly relieved ...
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... inmost nerves . As Vala entered , she trembled to She could hardly reach the high stand where the tall Song - smith sat in the midst of the instruments of his trade . He was gloomy and dark VALA ; OR , THE NIGHTINGALE . 51.
... inmost nerves . As Vala entered , she trembled to She could hardly reach the high stand where the tall Song - smith sat in the midst of the instruments of his trade . He was gloomy and dark VALA ; OR , THE NIGHTINGALE . 51.
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... entered . It was the Song- smith himself - and the song , he found , was one that had , years before , been made out of the incidents of his own mortal life . He caught the girl in his arms ; he smother- ed her with kisses ; he showered ...
... entered . It was the Song- smith himself - and the song , he found , was one that had , years before , been made out of the incidents of his own mortal life . He caught the girl in his arms ; he smother- ed her with kisses ; he showered ...
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Seite 123 - In a golden current on, Ere from the garden, man's first abode, The glorious guests were gone. So might the days have been brightly told — Those days of song and dreams — When shepherds gather'd their flocks of old, By the blue Arcadian streams. » So in those isles of delight, that rest Far off in a breezeless main, Which many a bark, with a weary quest, Has sought, but still in vain.
Seite 159 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet...
Seite 9 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Seite 123 - TwAs a lovely thought to mark the hours, As they floated in light away, By the opening and the folding flowers, That laugh to the summer's day. Thus had each moment its own rich hue, And its graceful cup and bell, In whose coloured vase might sleep the dew, Like a pearl in an ocean-shell.
Seite 68 - And with a sharp, quick cry, as if her heart Were crush'd, she lifted him and held him close Into her bosom — with a mother's thought — As if death had no power to touch him there ! ******* The man of God came forth, and led the child Unto his mother, and went on his way. And he was there — her beautiful — her own — Living and smiling on her — with his arms Folded about her neck, and his warm breath Breathing upon her lips, and in her ear The music of his gentle voice once more ! D2 JEPHTHAH'S...
Seite 66 - To love when he was slumbering at her side In his unconscious infancy — "— So still! 'Tis a soft sleep ! How beautiful he lies, With his fair forehead, and the rosy veins Playing so freshly in his sunny cheek ! How could they say that he would die ! Oh, God!
Seite 67 - Many long years to come, and his fair hair Will darken like his father's, and his eye Be of a deeper blue when he is grown ; And he will be so tall, and I shall look With such a pride upon him! — He to die!
Seite 34 - The historic libraries of Londonderry and Belfast gave him valuable information. He traveled from the South to the North, from the East to the West...
Seite 94 - Is couleur de rose. The summer of love Is the bloom of the heart, When hill, grove, and valley Their music impart ; And the pure glow of Heaven Is seen in fond eyes, As lakes show the rainbow That's hung in the skies.
Seite 176 - Neville was invisible. Nobody could tell what to make of her. Her beauty was, however, no questionable matter. All the parish agreed on that point. She was in deep mourning, which set off advantageously a tall and...