Columbian Historical Novels, Volume 8Funk & Wagnalls Company, 1895 |
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... Monsieur De Vere went about the town at his own sweet will , accompanied by his daughter . There is always much that is new and strange in a frontier port . The houses were com- paratively new . The fort was being strengthened and the ...
... Monsieur De Vere went about the town at his own sweet will , accompanied by his daughter . There is always much that is new and strange in a frontier port . The houses were com- paratively new . The fort was being strengthened and the ...
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... Monsieur De Vere was one of the few wealthy men in the New World . He idolized his child , and had she asked for a much larger sum he would have given it her . She said no more for a day or two , but took a great interest in watching ...
... Monsieur De Vere was one of the few wealthy men in the New World . He idolized his child , and had she asked for a much larger sum he would have given it her . She said no more for a day or two , but took a great interest in watching ...
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... Monsieur De Vere was inclined to treat the request of his daughter as a wild whim ; but she became earnest in her demand , and he finally laid the matter before the governor . The governor did not think there could be any harm in ...
... Monsieur De Vere was inclined to treat the request of his daughter as a wild whim ; but she became earnest in her demand , and he finally laid the matter before the governor . The governor did not think there could be any harm in ...
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... " Will I dare , mademoiselle ? " he asked . His French was good , though there was a slight for- eign accent , which might come from using his tongue so little . " Yes , monsieur , you can talk with me THE FAIR ACADIAN . 45.
... " Will I dare , mademoiselle ? " he asked . His French was good , though there was a slight for- eign accent , which might come from using his tongue so little . " Yes , monsieur , you can talk with me THE FAIR ACADIAN . 45.
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John Roy Musick. " Yes , monsieur , you can talk with me with perfect freedom . I rule here . " Surely this must be a princess , he thought , who held the destiny of France in her hand . He bowed and gravely approached her . She pointed ...
John Roy Musick. " Yes , monsieur , you can talk with me with perfect freedom . I rule here . " Surely this must be a princess , he thought , who held the destiny of France in her hand . He bowed and gravely approached her . She pointed ...
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Page 202 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 26 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 144 - STERN Daughter of the Voice of God ! O Duty ! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe, From vain temptations dost set free, And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
Page 420 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 380 - Master of human destinies am I! Fame, love and fortune on my footsteps wait. Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by Hovel and mart and palace, soon or late I knock unbidden once at every gate.
Page 224 - Deep in the unpruned forest, midst the roar Of cataracts, where nursing Nature smiled On infant Washington? Has Earth no more Such seeds within her breast, or Europe no such shore ? XCVII.
Page 288 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Page 399 - The drying up a single tear has more Of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
Page 179 - Europe is given a prey to sterner fates, And writhes in shackles ; strong the arms that chain To earth her struggling multitude of states ; She too is strong, and might not chafe in vain Against them, but shake off the vampire train That batten on her blood, and break their net.
Page 49 - WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with' an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage and full of grief.