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... HOUR OF SONG . BY REV . II . STEBING , M. A. WHEN storms are brooding o'er the sea , And thou my heart art beating free , And dreams arise that are not bound To wander on earth's chancel ground , But forth the spirit springs to hold ...
... HOUR OF SONG . BY REV . II . STEBING , M. A. WHEN storms are brooding o'er the sea , And thou my heart art beating free , And dreams arise that are not bound To wander on earth's chancel ground , But forth the spirit springs to hold ...
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... hour . I was looking at the painting representing this animal with a castle on its back ; and assuming that of Alnwick , which I had seen , as a fair estimate of the size and weight of that which he carried , was attempting to enlarge ...
... hour . I was looking at the painting representing this animal with a castle on its back ; and assuming that of Alnwick , which I had seen , as a fair estimate of the size and weight of that which he carried , was attempting to enlarge ...
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... hour and a half ! ' - as she spoke , papa re - appeared -alone . ' Well , ' said mamma , ' well ; what have you done with Mr. W. ? --of course you told him how flattered we all felt ! ' - ' Flattered ? ' re- joined papa , I don't see ...
... hour and a half ! ' - as she spoke , papa re - appeared -alone . ' Well , ' said mamma , ' well ; what have you done with Mr. W. ? --of course you told him how flattered we all felt ! ' - ' Flattered ? ' re- joined papa , I don't see ...
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... hour had scarcely elapsed when my attention was caught by a small quick foot upon the stair , and presently a little boy broke hastily into the room . ' Master , said he , ( for he was an ancient pupil of mine , ) if you have stolen the ...
... hour had scarcely elapsed when my attention was caught by a small quick foot upon the stair , and presently a little boy broke hastily into the room . ' Master , said he , ( for he was an ancient pupil of mine , ) if you have stolen the ...
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... hour of danger ! if you were a man , you would know how he perished ; if you were a man , would you be sitting there in the corner like an old cripple ? —but why waste breath on such a being ! " Jose had , by an involuntary movement ...
... hour of danger ! if you were a man , you would know how he perished ; if you were a man , would you be sitting there in the corner like an old cripple ? —but why waste breath on such a being ! " Jose had , by an involuntary movement ...
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Strona 490 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Strona 84 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land, To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe ; And craves no other tribute at thy hands But love, fair looks, and true obedience ; Too little payment for so great a debt.
Strona 88 - But know ye for certain, that if ye put me to death, ye shall surely bring innocent blood upon yourselves, and upon this city, and upon the inhabitants thereof: for of a truth the Lord hath sent me unto you to speak all these words in your ears.
Strona 492 - The wind in the reeds and the rushes, The bees on the bells of thyme, The birds on the myrtle bushes, The cicale above in the lime, And the lizards below in the grass, Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was, Listening to my sweet pipings.
Strona 490 - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Strona 492 - I pursued a maiden and clasped a reed. Gods and men, we are all deluded thus! It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed: All wept, as I think both ye now would, If envy or age had not frozen your blood, At the sorrow of my sweet pipings.
Strona 491 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!
Strona 491 - O'er the terrible sea, I and thou ? " One boat-cloak did cover The loved and the lover : Their blood beats one measure, They murmur proud pleasure Soft and low ; — While around the lashed ocean, Like mountains in motion, Is withdrawn and uplifted, Sunk, shattered, and shifted To and fro.
Strona 491 - The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh ! beloved as thou art ! Oh lift me from the grass! I die! I faint! I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale.
Strona 491 - Our boat has one sail, And the helmsman is pale ; — A bold pilot I trow, Who should follow us now," — Shouted He— And she cried : " Ply the oar! Put off gaily from shore !" — As she spoke, bolts of death Mixed with hail, specked their path O'er the sea. And from isle, tower and rock, The blue beacon cloud broke, And though dumb in the blast, The red cannon flashed fast From the lee.