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... perhaps the waste of war was never more apparent , than at the time of the arrival of the troops upon their native shores . With tattered clothes , pallid faces , and impaired health , many sought their early homes - the wreck of what ...
... perhaps the waste of war was never more apparent , than at the time of the arrival of the troops upon their native shores . With tattered clothes , pallid faces , and impaired health , many sought their early homes - the wreck of what ...
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... Perhaps tender recollections hovered around the endeared hearth of home ; and a true soldier , wedded to his coun- try , and pledged to fight her battles , is sometimes jealous of his own affections . Of course they would indulge in no ...
... Perhaps tender recollections hovered around the endeared hearth of home ; and a true soldier , wedded to his coun- try , and pledged to fight her battles , is sometimes jealous of his own affections . Of course they would indulge in no ...
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... perhaps , a boyish whim -- the love of glory - or something else that induced me . But our circumstances were then quite different . My father was poor ; and unwilling to be a burden in any way , I determined to avail myself of the ...
... perhaps , a boyish whim -- the love of glory - or something else that induced me . But our circumstances were then quite different . My father was poor ; and unwilling to be a burden in any way , I determined to avail myself of the ...
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... perhaps the flower of our youth thus per- ishing on the field of glory . The evening passed pleasantly away . At length the guests dispersed ; some to dream of the handsome officers -some , perhaps , of wars and rumors of wars - and one ...
... perhaps the flower of our youth thus per- ishing on the field of glory . The evening passed pleasantly away . At length the guests dispersed ; some to dream of the handsome officers -some , perhaps , of wars and rumors of wars - and one ...
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... perhaps — and we all know how dear to the heart is the gift of a friend . How pleasant to examine trifling gifts , long cherished with care . Each one tells a tale as we gaze at it — and if the donor is absent , or sleeping beneath the ...
... perhaps — and we all know how dear to the heart is the gift of a friend . How pleasant to examine trifling gifts , long cherished with care . Each one tells a tale as we gaze at it — and if the donor is absent , or sleeping beneath the ...
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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...