The Ladies' Repository, المجلدات 33-34A. Tompkins, 1865 |
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الصفحة 21
... friends of Co- ligni were attacked in Paris ; men , chil- dren , all were massacred without dis- tinction . All the streets were blocked up with the dead . Some priests , holding a crucifix in one hand and a sword in the other , went at ...
... friends of Co- ligni were attacked in Paris ; men , chil- dren , all were massacred without dis- tinction . All the streets were blocked up with the dead . Some priests , holding a crucifix in one hand and a sword in the other , went at ...
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... friends , for such they were , in a moment clasped in each other . " Why is your head turned this way , major ... friend ! Why , you came talking and tramping along , and plunged right into us before you knew any one was within miles of ...
... friends , for such they were , in a moment clasped in each other . " Why is your head turned this way , major ... friend ! Why , you came talking and tramping along , and plunged right into us before you knew any one was within miles of ...
الصفحة 51
... friends , and deferred my sad errand till the spring - time . Should I play the coward , and go on ? " Never ! I shall get along some way , " I said ; and a very good way it proved to be , the Burtis House being but a step from the ...
... friends , and deferred my sad errand till the spring - time . Should I play the coward , and go on ? " Never ! I shall get along some way , " I said ; and a very good way it proved to be , the Burtis House being but a step from the ...
الصفحة 52
... friends give after ten of absence . A week in Chicago years a stormy week that kept us prisoners in the house , and yet a week of quiet , sweet content ! Perhaps we should have seen more if the pastor of St. Paul's had been in his usual ...
... friends give after ten of absence . A week in Chicago years a stormy week that kept us prisoners in the house , and yet a week of quiet , sweet content ! Perhaps we should have seen more if the pastor of St. Paul's had been in his usual ...
الصفحة 53
... friends kept the time from hanging heavily , each day and evening finding us at some place of recreation or amuse- ment . Our conscience would have smit- ten us for so much dissipation ; but it was the doctor's orders , and we were only ...
... friends kept the time from hanging heavily , each day and evening finding us at some place of recreation or amuse- ment . Our conscience would have smit- ten us for so much dissipation ; but it was the doctor's orders , and we were only ...
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Anthony of Bourbon arms army Aurelian battle beautiful bless blood Bourbon brave brother called Carleton Charles IX child Coligni Conde dark dead dear death Duke of Anjou Duke of Guise eyes face faith father fear feel Florence flowers followed France friends Galena girl glory grave guerrillas Hagbert hand happy head heard heart heaven HENRIAD Henry Henry III Henry IV hero honor hope horses James Clement king King of Navarre knew lady League light lips live look Loreley massa Mayenne morning mother Navarre never night o'er Paris passed pedler poor prince Prince of Conde prisoner queen Rome seemed smile soldiers soon soul spirit stood sweet tears tell thee Therida things Thorwald thou thought throne tion turned Valois voice wife woman words young Zenobia
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الصفحة 160 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
الصفحة 204 - Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather...
الصفحة 204 - They stole little Bridget For seven years long ; "When she 'came down again Her friends were all gone. They took her lightly back Between the night and morrow, They thought that she was fast asleep, But she was dead with sorrow.
الصفحة 42 - ... Dear girl, her name he dared not speak, But, as the song grew louder, Something upon the soldier's cheek Washed off the stains of powder. Beyond the darkening ocean burned The bloody sunset's embers, While the Crimean valleys learned How English love remembers. And once again a fire of hell Rained on the Russian quarters, With scream of shot, and burst of shell, And bellowing of the mortars! And Irish Nora's eyes are dim For a singer, dumb and gory; And English Mary mourns for him Who sang of...
الصفحة 377 - Where two twin turtle-doves dwell ! 0 cuckoopint, toll me the purple clapper That hangs in your clear green bell ! And show me your nest with the young ones in it ; I will not steal them away ; I am old ! you may trust me, linnet, linnet — I am seven times one to-day.
الصفحة 281 - The woman saith unto him, I know that Messias cometh, which is called Christ : when he is come he will tell us all things.
الصفحة 41 - They lay along the battery's side. Below the smoking cannon; Brave hearts from Severn and from Clyde, And from the banks of Shannon. They sang of love, and not of fame ; Forgot was Britain's glory; Each heart recalled a different name, But all sang "Annie Laurie.
الصفحة 359 - I sat and spun within the doore, My thread brake off, I raised myne eyes; The level sun, like ruddy ore, Lay sinking in the barren skies And dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis wandereth, My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. "Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling, Ere the early dews were falling, Farre away I heard her song. "Cusha! Cusha!
الصفحة 377 - THERE'S no dew left on the daisies and - clover, There's no rain left in heaven : I've said my "seven times" over and over, Seven times one are seven. I am old, so old, I can write a letter ; My birthday lessons are done; The lambs play always, they know no better ; They are only one times one.
الصفحة 38 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die...