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Strona 31
... Heaven knows I need them now , when in the utter desolation of parting from all I hold dear on earth . To - morrow , " he added more calmly , " I leave here , perhaps never to return ; your sis- ter alone can explain the cause of such a ...
... Heaven knows I need them now , when in the utter desolation of parting from all I hold dear on earth . To - morrow , " he added more calmly , " I leave here , perhaps never to return ; your sis- ter alone can explain the cause of such a ...
Strona 34
... Heaven . a combination of feelings that urged her on , piqued But , Herbert Cameron , I now begin to think cow- love , distrust and dark suspicions , mingled with an ardice brands your brow with other sins ; for , if I irresistible ...
... Heaven . a combination of feelings that urged her on , piqued But , Herbert Cameron , I now begin to think cow- love , distrust and dark suspicions , mingled with an ardice brands your brow with other sins ; for , if I irresistible ...
Strona 35
... Heaven ; but despair seemed to nerve her soul on to the dread discovery . Without the least hesitation , she followed . They soon entered a dark alley , and after a few muttered words of it be you ? " consultation , the door of one of ...
... Heaven ; but despair seemed to nerve her soul on to the dread discovery . Without the least hesitation , she followed . They soon entered a dark alley , and after a few muttered words of it be you ? " consultation , the door of one of ...
Strona 36
... heaven knows it was your syren smile that lured me from my better self - plunging me into temptation ; —and now , how it must gloat your soul to witness the dying agonies of your victim ! " And with this awful reproach on his lip , the ...
... heaven knows it was your syren smile that lured me from my better self - plunging me into temptation ; —and now , how it must gloat your soul to witness the dying agonies of your victim ! " And with this awful reproach on his lip , the ...
Strona 37
... heaven my soul is of Christianity had offered to him a title to her now panting to enter . There , Carrol , you will brighter mansions . The period ending his first exile , find a crown more brilliant than the golds of Ophir saw him ...
... heaven my soul is of Christianity had offered to him a title to her now panting to enter . There , Carrol , you will brighter mansions . The period ending his first exile , find a crown more brilliant than the golds of Ophir saw him ...
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Strona 23 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.
Strona 41 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile, she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Strona 57 - MAIDENHOOD. mAIDEN ! with the meek brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies, Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet...
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Strona 40 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Strona 153 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Strona 302 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Strona 41 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
Strona 82 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Strona 245 - Strong sense, deep feeling, passions strong, A hate of tyrant and of knave, A love of right, a scorn of wrong, Of coward and of slave ; A kind, true heart, a spirit high, That could not fear and would not bow, Were written in his manly eye And on his manly brow.