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My mother Slate, to thee I kneel, Maryland! my Maryland! For life and death, for
woe and weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And ftird thy beauteous limbs with
steel, Maryland ! my Man-land ! " " You 're a wicked girl, Vivia, if you are as
beautiful ...
My mother Slate, to thee I kneel, Maryland! my Maryland! For life and death, for
woe and weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And ftird thy beauteous limbs with
steel, Maryland ! my Man-land ! " " You 're a wicked girl, Vivia, if you are as
beautiful ...
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They confiscated a girl's wedding-gown the other day, and now they 've
confiscated her bridegroom. Oh, it 's a great cause that can't get along without my
wedding- gown ! ffol/lexxe oblige ! " "It takes more wedding-gowns than yours,
Vivia.
They confiscated a girl's wedding-gown the other day, and now they 've
confiscated her bridegroom. Oh, it 's a great cause that can't get along without my
wedding- gown ! ffol/lexxe oblige ! " "It takes more wedding-gowns than yours,
Vivia.
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Round the girl who sat on the low door- stone, with idle hands crossed before her
, puffs of ravishing resinous fragrance floated and fainted. Two butterflies, that
spread their broad yellow wings like detached flakes of living sunshine stolen out
...
Round the girl who sat on the low door- stone, with idle hands crossed before her
, puffs of ravishing resinous fragrance floated and fainted. Two butterflies, that
spread their broad yellow wings like detached flakes of living sunshine stolen out
...
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Ready's whims always made Martha laugh as she did when she was a young girl
: they knew each other then, long before Jem was born. " Come on, old
Truepenny," she said, going in. There was comfort. Nothing in that house, from
the red ...
Ready's whims always made Martha laugh as she did when she was a young girl
: they knew each other then, long before Jem was born. " Come on, old
Truepenny," she said, going in. There was comfort. Nothing in that house, from
the red ...
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A homely, saddened, nncouthly shaped face, — one that would be sure to go
snubbed and unread through the world, to find at last some woman who would
know its latent meaning, and worship it with the heat of passion which this
country-girl ...
A homely, saddened, nncouthly shaped face, — one that would be sure to go
snubbed and unread through the world, to find at last some woman who would
know its latent meaning, and worship it with the heat of passion which this
country-girl ...
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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.