The Ladies' Repository, المجلدات 33-34A. Tompkins, 1865 |
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الصفحة 11
... sweet voice and pretty ways ; but she never'll come any more . " And the poor father's voice faltered from the emotion in his soft Irish heart . " Well , " said the superintendent , " it's very hard . I'm glad you came to tell me ; I'll ...
... sweet voice and pretty ways ; but she never'll come any more . " And the poor father's voice faltered from the emotion in his soft Irish heart . " Well , " said the superintendent , " it's very hard . I'm glad you came to tell me ; I'll ...
الصفحة 13
... sweet flowers Streweth o'er the forest bowers , Love , for love of thee , to - night ! Would I were , O Madeleine , That soft fleece , so pure of stain , ' Neath thy hand that doth rejoice ! Would I were the bird whose flight O'er thee ...
... sweet flowers Streweth o'er the forest bowers , Love , for love of thee , to - night ! Would I were , O Madeleine , That soft fleece , so pure of stain , ' Neath thy hand that doth rejoice ! Would I were the bird whose flight O'er thee ...
الصفحة 34
... sweet , " Twas then they laid my darling low , To the muffled drum's sad beat . Calmly , they said , he went to rest , - The same as if at night - He clasped his hands upon his breast , And closed his eyes to light . They told me that I ...
... sweet , " Twas then they laid my darling low , To the muffled drum's sad beat . Calmly , they said , he went to rest , - The same as if at night - He clasped his hands upon his breast , And closed his eyes to light . They told me that I ...
الصفحة 42
... sweet must it have sounded as " Voice after voice caught up the strain , " and the grim towers of the Redan and of the Malakoff echoed back the strain , - " The bat- tle - eve confession . " Alas ! to - morrow they were to answer to the ...
... sweet must it have sounded as " Voice after voice caught up the strain , " and the grim towers of the Redan and of the Malakoff echoed back the strain , - " The bat- tle - eve confession . " Alas ! to - morrow they were to answer to the ...
الصفحة 48
... sweet face and smile . The screaming children with hard , old faces even put on an expression of joy at her cheery good - morning , her hand - pat for the frowziest head , her merry laugh at some unfortunate sally . They always glanced ...
... sweet face and smile . The screaming children with hard , old faces even put on an expression of joy at her cheery good - morning , her hand - pat for the frowziest head , her merry laugh at some unfortunate sally . They always glanced ...
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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...