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... poor man's wealth . The sailor's safety - lasting as our breath- It still holds on , nor quits us e'en in death . A POEM FOR THE YEAR 1835 . BY MRS . 8 THE YOUTH OF MARY STUART . Mary's Elegy on the Death of Francis the Second Hope.
... poor man's wealth . The sailor's safety - lasting as our breath- It still holds on , nor quits us e'en in death . A POEM FOR THE YEAR 1835 . BY MRS . 8 THE YOUTH OF MARY STUART . Mary's Elegy on the Death of Francis the Second Hope.
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... poor African foretel its beams Or calculate its motions in his dreams ? Can his untutored mind believe and see , And feel the wonders of the Deity ? Can he who ne'er the path of knowledge trod Spread forth his hands in reverence to his ...
... poor African foretel its beams Or calculate its motions in his dreams ? Can his untutored mind believe and see , And feel the wonders of the Deity ? Can he who ne'er the path of knowledge trod Spread forth his hands in reverence to his ...
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... Poor Marian endeavoured to rally , but after the clock had struck nine , her spirits sunk entirely under a heavy sense of impending evil . It was also evident that her parents had unpleasant apprehensions , however much they strove to ...
... Poor Marian endeavoured to rally , but after the clock had struck nine , her spirits sunk entirely under a heavy sense of impending evil . It was also evident that her parents had unpleasant apprehensions , however much they strove to ...
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... Poor thing ! ' tis little she'll like to hear what I've to tell her . " A servant was sent to awake Marian , but not returning , Mrs. White proceeded to her chamber ; she was not there , her bed had not been latd upon , and a strict ...
... Poor thing ! ' tis little she'll like to hear what I've to tell her . " A servant was sent to awake Marian , but not returning , Mrs. White proceeded to her chamber ; she was not there , her bed had not been latd upon , and a strict ...
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... poor lost soul Is waiting to take wing ; But shrift and mass Must fail , alas ! With thy scant , hard - wrung , dying dole , To cleanse that guilty thing : - Scr - ha - a - gh ! Proud Geraldine ! thy wail is drear As this , my wild ...
... poor lost soul Is waiting to take wing ; But shrift and mass Must fail , alas ! With thy scant , hard - wrung , dying dole , To cleanse that guilty thing : - Scr - ha - a - gh ! Proud Geraldine ! thy wail is drear As this , my wild ...
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Page 47 - Now when Daniel knew that the writing was signed, he went into his house; and his windows being open in his chamber toward Jerusalem, he kneeled upon his knees three times a day and prayed and gave thanks before his God, as he did aforetime.
Page 66 - there is more joy in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, than over ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance.
Page 47 - My God hath sent His angel, and hath shut the lions' mouths, that they have not hurt me : forasmuch as before Him innocency was found in me; and also before thee, O king, have I done no hurt.
Page 168 - I love thee — 1 love thee ! Is all that I can say. I love thee — I love thee ! Is ever on my tongue ; In all my proudest poesy That chorus still is sung ; It is the verdict of my eyes, Amidst the gay and young : I love thee — I love thee ! A thousand maids among. I love thee — I love thee...
Page 47 - Then said these men, We shall not find any occasion against this Daniel, except we find it against him concerning the law of his God.
Page 30 - The queen was brought by water to Whitehall, At every stroke the oars did tears let fall. More clung about the barge ; fish under water Wept out their eyes of pearl, and swam blind after. I think the bargemen might, with easier thighs, Have rowed her thither in her people's eyes ; For howsoe'er, thus much my thoughts have scann'd, She had come by water, had she come by land.
Page 181 - As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Page 188 - Wolfgang arrived at Paris at the breaking out of the revolution. The popular delirium at first caught his enthusiastic mind, and he was captivated by the political and philosophical theories of the day : but the scenes of blood which followed shocked his sensitive nature ; disgusted him with society and the world, and made him more than ever a recluse.
Page 190 - If a stranger dare make an offer," said he, "without danger of being misunderstood, I would offer my humble dwelling as a shelter; myself as a devoted friend. I am friendless myself in Paris, and a stranger in the land; but if my life could be of service, it is at your disposal, and should be sacrificed before harm or indignity should come to you.
Page 188 - ... speculations. Sometimes he spent hours together in the great libraries of Paris, those catacombs of departed authors, rummaging among their hoards of dusty and obsolete works in quest of food for his unhealthy appetite. He was, in a manner, a literary ghoul, feeding in the charnel-house of decayed literature.