The Ballad of Edwin and Emma

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George Bell, 1849 - 130 σελίδες
 

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Σελίδα 21 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night. — Mark it, Cesario ; it is old, and plain : The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it : it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love the old age.
Σελίδα 5 - When it was grown to dark midnight, And all were fast asleep, In came Margaret's grimly ghost, And stood at William's feet.
Σελίδα 92 - Court, making request to have it allowed and approved accordingly, if the said , being thereunto required, do render and deliver the said letters of administration (approbation of such testament being first had and made) in the said Court, then this obligation to be void and of none effect, or else to remain in full force and virtue.
Σελίδα 77 - Yorke, yeoman, being infirm in body, but of sound and disposeing memory, doe make and ordaine this my last will and testament, in manner and forme following, hereby revokeing all former wills by me heretofore made.
Σελίδα 73 - God, hoping through the merits, death and passion of my Saviour Jesus Christ, to have full and free pardon and forgiveness of all my sins and to inherit everlasting life and my Body I commit to the Earth to be decently buried at the discretion of my...
Σελίδα 13 - The father too, a sordid man, Who love nor pity knew, Was all-unfeeling as the clod, From whence his riches grew. Long had he seen their secret flame, And seen it long unmov'd : Then , with a father's frown , at last Had sternly disapproved.
Σελίδα 14 - Denied her sight, he oft behind The spreading hawthorn crept, To snatch a glance, to mark the spot Where Emma walk'd and wept. Oft, too, on Stanemore's wintry waste, Beneath the moonlight shade, In sighs to pour his soften'd soul, The midnight mourner stray'd.
Σελίδα 93 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade...
Σελίδα 20 - She was civilly received by the mother, who bid her welcome — when it was too late. But her daughter Hannah lay at his back ; to cut them off from all opportunity of exchanging their thoughts.
Σελίδα 13 - What happy hours of home-felt bliss Did love on both bestow ! But bliss too mighty long to last, Where fortune proves a foe. His sister, who, like envy form'd, Like her in mischief joy'd, To work them harm, with wicked skill, Each darker art employ'd.

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