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... at whose altar-rails they had stood for " the solemnization of matrimony," and
knelt in the office of communion. The second entry made in the parish register,
still retained in the vestry, records the death of the head of the family in 1562.
... at whose altar-rails they had stood for " the solemnization of matrimony," and
knelt in the office of communion. The second entry made in the parish register,
still retained in the vestry, records the death of the head of the family in 1562.
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For nineteen years, most of them as Governor, and always as the leading spirit
and the recognized Moses of the enterprise, he was spared to see the planting
and the building-up which subdued the wilder- So Beltran was a Rebel. Vivia
stood ...
For nineteen years, most of them as Governor, and always as the leading spirit
and the recognized Moses of the enterprise, he was spared to see the planting
and the building-up which subdued the wilder- So Beltran was a Rebel. Vivia
stood ...
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It was Beltran who had first flung him astride the saddle and sent him loping off to
town alone, but who had secretly followed him from thicket to thicket, and stood
ready in the market-place at last to lift him down ; it was Beltran who had given ...
It was Beltran who had first flung him astride the saddle and sent him loping off to
town alone, but who had secretly followed him from thicket to thicket, and stood
ready in the market-place at last to lift him down ; it was Beltran who had given ...
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... and would be only a dead weight, she said to herself, as, with her apron thrown
over her neck, she stood watching them, finger on lip. However," that would give
them poultry all through the holidays. Then there were the pigs to be killed on ...
... and would be only a dead weight, she said to herself, as, with her apron thrown
over her neck, she stood watching them, finger on lip. However," that would give
them poultry all through the holidays. Then there were the pigs to be killed on ...
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A door had swung to, a strange sharp sound echoed on the staircase, the kitchen
-door opened and closed, and Ray set his back against it. He did not attempt to
move-, but stood there darkly surveying them. Vivia looked at him a second, then
...
A door had swung to, a strange sharp sound echoed on the staircase, the kitchen
-door opened and closed, and Ray set his back against it. He did not attempt to
move-, but stood there darkly surveying them. Vivia looked at him a second, then
...
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Seite 225 - The wind'flower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sun-flower by the brook...
Seite 300 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Seite 432 - Bring me my bow of burning gold ; Bring me my arrows of desire ; Bring me my spear : O clouds, unfold ; Bring me my chariot of fire. I will not cease from mental fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land.
Seite 537 - Our little habitation was situated at the foot of a sloping hill, sheltered with a beautiful underwood behind, and a prattling river before ; on one side a meadow, on the other a green.
Seite 382 - I must do it, as it were, in such weight, measure, and number, even so perfectly as God made the world, or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened, yea, presently, sometimes with pinches, nips, and bobs, and other ways, which I will not name for the honour I bear them, so without measure misordered, that I think myself in hell, till time come that I must go to Mr.
Seite 426 - What the hammer ? what the chain ? In what furnace was thy brain ? What the anvil ? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp ? When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see ? Did he who made the lamb make thee...
Seite 222 - midst grief began, And grew with years, and faltered not in death. Full many a mighty name Lurks in thy depths, unuttered, unrevered : With thee are silent fame, Forgotten arts, and wisdom disappeared.
Seite 225 - Come when the rains Have glazed the snow, and clothed the trees with ice ; While the slant sun of February pours Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach ! • The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps, And the broad arching portals of the grove Welcome thy entering. Look ! the massy trunks Are cased in the pure crystal ; each light spray, Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven, Is studded with its trembling water-drops, That glimmer with an amethystine light. But round the parent stem...
Seite 223 - THE stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies. Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild stormy month! in praise of thee ; Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands, again The glad and glorious sun dost bring...
Seite 325 - I MOURN no more my vanished years : Beneath a tender rain, An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. The west- winds blow, and, singing low, I hear the glad streams run ; The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun.