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... hours from 10 till 4 , on Mondays from 10 to 9 , and on Saturdays from 10 till 2 o'clock . A small Pamphlet , containing full particulars , may be obtained Gratis , or sent post - free , on application to FRANCIS RAVENSCROFT , MANAGER ...
... hours from 10 till 4 , on Mondays from 10 to 9 , and on Saturdays from 10 till 2 o'clock . A small Pamphlet , containing full particulars , may be obtained Gratis , or sent post - free , on application to FRANCIS RAVENSCROFT , MANAGER ...
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... Hour • The Warden of the Cinque Ports Resignation • · A Psalm of Life . H. W. Longfellow H. W. Longfellow H. W. Longfellow H. W. Longfellow H. W. Longfellow H. W. Longfellow • Elihu Burritt · • Lord Byron · · • Lord Byron The Natural ...
... Hour • The Warden of the Cinque Ports Resignation • · A Psalm of Life . H. W. Longfellow H. W. Longfellow H. W. Longfellow H. W. Longfellow H. W. Longfellow H. W. Longfellow • Elihu Burritt · • Lord Byron · · • Lord Byron The Natural ...
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... hours he sobb'd o'er William's child , Thinking of William . So those four abode Within one house together ; and as years Went forward , Mary took another mate ; But Dora lived unmarried till her death . By permission of the Publishers ...
... hours he sobb'd o'er William's child , Thinking of William . So those four abode Within one house together ; and as years Went forward , Mary took another mate ; But Dora lived unmarried till her death . By permission of the Publishers ...
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... hours . In glowing health , with boundless wealth , but sicken- ing of a vague disease , You know so ill to deal with time , you needs must play such pranks as these . Clara , Clara Vere de Vere , if time be heavy on your hands , Are ...
... hours . In glowing health , with boundless wealth , but sicken- ing of a vague disease , You know so ill to deal with time , you needs must play such pranks as these . Clara , Clara Vere de Vere , if time be heavy on your hands , Are ...
Σελίδα 22
... hours crept on , she sank to sleep . They could tell , by what she faintly uttered in her dreams , that they were of her journeyings with the old man ; they were of no painful scenes , but of people who had helped and used them kindly ...
... hours crept on , she sank to sleep . They could tell , by what she faintly uttered in her dreams , that they were of her journeyings with the old man ; they were of no painful scenes , but of people who had helped and used them kindly ...
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Σελίδα 55 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
Σελίδα 67 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Σελίδα 57 - 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.
Σελίδα 18 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'tis only noble to be good; Kind hearts are more than coronets, and simple faith than Norman blood.
Σελίδα 51 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Σελίδα 159 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more...
Σελίδα 82 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve — The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng ; And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight. She blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream I heard her breathe my name.
Σελίδα 156 - The dust, like smoke from the cannon's mouth, Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster, Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster. The heart of the steed and the heart of the master Were beating like prisoners...
Σελίδα 15 - Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well; Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
Σελίδα 161 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide, And now I am come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine ; There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.