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... Death of Nicholas Copernicus , 280 Description of the Plates , 62 , 127 , 191 , 255 , 320 , 383 Dream , a , of Fairy Land , 114 Dream , the , of the Affianced , 193 , 257 Drunkard's Home , the , 236 , 295 , 356 Eagle , the , and the ...
... Death of Nicholas Copernicus , 280 Description of the Plates , 62 , 127 , 191 , 255 , 320 , 383 Dream , a , of Fairy Land , 114 Dream , the , of the Affianced , 193 , 257 Drunkard's Home , the , 236 , 295 , 356 Eagle , the , and the ...
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... Death , 151 Apostle , the , and the Cherries , 355 Aveline , 264 Azeth , 142 Battle of Life , 199 Broken Spell , the , 152 Invocation to the Spirit of Poetry , 8 Ireland , on the present State of , 34 Irish Emigrants , 354 Joan of Arc ...
... Death , 151 Apostle , the , and the Cherries , 355 Aveline , 264 Azeth , 142 Battle of Life , 199 Broken Spell , the , 152 Invocation to the Spirit of Poetry , 8 Ireland , on the present State of , 34 Irish Emigrants , 354 Joan of Arc ...
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... DEATH - WATCH . NOVELS FREELY TRANSLATED FROM THE DANISH OF OEHLENSCHLAEGER . BY JOHN LANE , D.C.L. NO . 1. - REICHMUTH .. NEW - YEAR'S DAY . BY M. J. PIGOTT ཉན་ ་ ་ HOW I LOST MY MOUSTACHE . BY RACHEL L. 12 13 15 ib . BY ELIZABETH ...
... DEATH - WATCH . NOVELS FREELY TRANSLATED FROM THE DANISH OF OEHLENSCHLAEGER . BY JOHN LANE , D.C.L. NO . 1. - REICHMUTH .. NEW - YEAR'S DAY . BY M. J. PIGOTT ཉན་ ་ ་ HOW I LOST MY MOUSTACHE . BY RACHEL L. 12 13 15 ib . BY ELIZABETH ...
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... death is not strong enough to quench the passions and memories of the vanished soul ; that cold and senseless , and even repulsive , as that dead clay looks to the living , to the separated spirit it is still so endeared by long ...
... death is not strong enough to quench the passions and memories of the vanished soul ; that cold and senseless , and even repulsive , as that dead clay looks to the living , to the separated spirit it is still so endeared by long ...
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... death . She had long known herself to be consumptive ; for years she had lived by rule , watched unceasingly by her affectionate relatives ; but the summer before , she had gained so much strength , that the rigid precautions were in a ...
... death . She had long known herself to be consumptive ; for years she had lived by rule , watched unceasingly by her affectionate relatives ; but the summer before , she had gained so much strength , that the rigid precautions were in a ...
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Strona 118 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man...
Strona 254 - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white; And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light : They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Strona 202 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Strona 190 - The Cypress and her spire; —Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam Cover a hundred leagues, and seem To set the hills on fire. The Youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds.
Strona 137 - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass in the green field.
Strona 190 - Her father took another mate ; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill, In thoughtless freedom, bold.
Strona 190 - He was a lovely youth ! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he ; And, when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay Upon the tropic sea.
Strona 18 - The latter part of his life cannot be remembered but with pity and sadness. He languished some years under that depression of mind which enchains the faculties without destroying them, and leaves reason the knowledge of right without the power of pursuing it.
Strona 254 - I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break; But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay, For I'm to be Queen o...
Strona 136 - I COME, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.