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... death the simple country - folks , who thanked Heaven that they had at length got fairly rid of the devil , for such they were firmly persuaded he must be who could swallow a child and make a horse cock its tail at the word of command ...
... death the simple country - folks , who thanked Heaven that they had at length got fairly rid of the devil , for such they were firmly persuaded he must be who could swallow a child and make a horse cock its tail at the word of command ...
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... death or distraction for the sake of shew- ing their influence over him . But the shrewd widow re- ceived her uncombed lover with but a smile at his outré ap- pearance and let him court her , and marry her after his own fashion .小 ...
... death or distraction for the sake of shew- ing their influence over him . But the shrewd widow re- ceived her uncombed lover with but a smile at his outré ap- pearance and let him court her , and marry her after his own fashion .小 ...
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... death or destruction as the consequence of his altered conduct - they said it was a fore - runner . And well might they wonder . Before the honey moon had expired the new - married couple rode to meeting ( there was no church ) in a ...
... death or destruction as the consequence of his altered conduct - they said it was a fore - runner . And well might they wonder . Before the honey moon had expired the new - married couple rode to meeting ( there was no church ) in a ...
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... death his purple garment threw On Helle's consecrated shore ! Land of the Muse ! within thy bowers Her soul - entrancing echoes rung , While on their course the rapid Hours Paused at the melody she sung : — · Till every grove and every ...
... death his purple garment threw On Helle's consecrated shore ! Land of the Muse ! within thy bowers Her soul - entrancing echoes rung , While on their course the rapid Hours Paused at the melody she sung : — · Till every grove and every ...
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... death has hushed them into rest . Yet Ida , yet upon thy hill A glory shines of ages fled , And fame her light is pouring still , Not on the living - but the dead ! But ' tis the dim sepulchral light That sheds a faint and feeble ray As ...
... death has hushed them into rest . Yet Ida , yet upon thy hill A glory shines of ages fled , And fame her light is pouring still , Not on the living - but the dead ! But ' tis the dim sepulchral light That sheds a faint and feeble ray As ...
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Page 111 - He that hath pity upon the poor lendeth unto the LORD; and that which he hath given will he pay him again.
Page 50 - She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lip, and a tear in her eye.
Page 34 - You're sitting on your window-seat, Beneath a cloudless moon ; You hear a sound that seems to wear The semblance of a tune, As if a broken fife should strive To drown a cracked bassoon. And nearer, nearer still, the tide Of music seems to come ; There's something like a human voice, And something like a drum ; You sit in speechless agony, Until your ear is numb. Poor
Page 35 - No ! Pay the dentist when he leaves A fracture in your jaw, And pay the owner of the bear That stunned you with his paw, And buy the lobster that has had Your knuckles in his claw ; But if you are a portly man, Put on your fiercest frown, And talk about a constable To turn them out of town ; Then close your sentence with an oath, And shut the window down...
Page 34 - You think they are crusaders, sent From some infernal clime, To pluck the eyes of Sentiment, And dock the tail of Rhyme, To crack the voice of Melody, And break the legs of Time.
Page 16 - Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a...
Page 236 - ... light which faintly struggled through the ONE SOLITARY window of his dungeon. He could hardly be said to notice the melancholy token. And yet he did notice it ; for as he raised his eyes and saw the portentous sign, there was a slight convulsive distortion of his countenance. But what did attract his notice, and at the sight of which his agitation was excessive, was the change his iron bed had undergone. It was a bed no longer. It stood before him, the visible semblance of a funeral couch or...
Page 232 - ... were so near, that in six paces he trod the space between them. Vivenzio shuddered as he gazed, and as his steps traversed the narrowed area. But his feelings no longer vented themselves in frantic . wailings. With folded arms, and clenched teeth, with eyes that were bloodshot from much watching, and fixed...
Page 19 - SWEET MEMORY, wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers.
Page 224 - ... as the other, while the food was changed for some other of better quality. He had been visited therefore during the night. But how had the person obtained entrance ? Could he have slept so soundly that the unlocking and opening of those ponderous portals were effected without waking him ? He would have said this was not possible, but that in doing so he must admit a greater difficulty, an entrance by other means, of which he was convinced there existed none. It was not intended, then, that he...