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... Lord Thurston's oak , whither Mrs. Gilbert also rambled in the chilly spring afternoons , and where Mr. Lansdell and the Doctor's Wife met each other very fre- quently : not quite by accident now ; for , at parting , Roland would say ...
... Lord Thurston's oak , whither Mrs. Gilbert also rambled in the chilly spring afternoons , and where Mr. Lansdell and the Doctor's Wife met each other very fre- quently : not quite by accident now ; for , at parting , Roland would say ...
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... Lord Thurston's oak would put forth its tender leaflets , and fade , and bloom again ; and Roland would never grow weary of loitering beneath the dense umbrageous branches . It had been very difficult for her to realise the splendid ...
... Lord Thurston's oak would put forth its tender leaflets , and fade , and bloom again ; and Roland would never grow weary of loitering beneath the dense umbrageous branches . It had been very difficult for her to realise the splendid ...
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... Lord Thurston's oak , with interchange of divers volumes of light literature . But Isabel Gilbert was not a woman of the world . She had read novels while other people perused the Sunday papers ; and of the world out of a three - volume ...
... Lord Thurston's oak , with interchange of divers volumes of light literature . But Isabel Gilbert was not a woman of the world . She had read novels while other people perused the Sunday papers ; and of the world out of a three - volume ...
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... Lord Thurston's oak , since he said it was so ; and the meeting on Wednesday was to be the last ; and yet their fate was to be a happy one : had he not said so , in eloquently mysterious words , whose full meaning poor Isabel was quite ...
... Lord Thurston's oak , since he said it was so ; and the meeting on Wednesday was to be the last ; and yet their fate was to be a happy one : had he not said so , in eloquently mysterious words , whose full meaning poor Isabel was quite ...
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... Lord Ruysdale's daughter ; and the carriage was only a low basket - phaeton , drawn by a stout bay cob , and attended by a groom in a neat livery of dark blue . But if the simple equipage had been the fairy - chariot of Queen Mab ...
... Lord Ruysdale's daughter ; and the carriage was only a low basket - phaeton , drawn by a stout bay cob , and attended by a groom in a neat livery of dark blue . But if the simple equipage had been the fairy - chariot of Queen Mab ...
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Page 81 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea. When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 84 - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Page 145 - MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow oft beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing In russet gown and apron blue.
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Page 151 - BARD'S EPITAPH. Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool, Let him draw near ; And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear. Is there a Bard of rustic song, Who, noteless, steals the crowds among, That weekly this area throng, O, pass not by ! But, with a frater-feeling strong, Here, heave a sigh. Is there a man whose judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer...
Page 152 - Here pause— and, through the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name...
Page 154 - ALL through the sultry hours of June, From morning blithe to golden noon, And till the star of evening climbs The gray-blue East, a world too soon, There sings a Thrush amid the limes.
Page 246 - Retirement then might hourly look Upon a soothing scene, Age steal to his allotted nook Contented and serene ; With heart as calm as lakes that sleep, In frosty moonlight glistening ; Or mountain rivers, where they creep Along a channel smooth and deep, To their own far-off murmurs listening.