Supplement to the Courant, 第 6 巻John L. Boswell, 1840 |
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... give her some sewing . you PART III . THE LAST CONSPIRACY . ' I think it would , indeed , says Mrs. T. -am I forever ... give you time to give many necessary attentions to her children . But against my life ? Who annulled the sentence of ...
... give her some sewing . you PART III . THE LAST CONSPIRACY . ' I think it would , indeed , says Mrs. T. -am I forever ... give you time to give many necessary attentions to her children . But against my life ? Who annulled the sentence of ...
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... give to thee , The name thy elder brother wore , - Thy absent brother , whom my knee Hath dandled , whom I hold no more . I cannot give thy brother's name To thee , my little infant son ! In dust he sleepeth , yet the same He seems , as ...
... give to thee , The name thy elder brother wore , - Thy absent brother , whom my knee Hath dandled , whom I hold no more . I cannot give thy brother's name To thee , my little infant son ! In dust he sleepeth , yet the same He seems , as ...
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... give them money to drink . " the attention of Temperance Societies , and of religious employer has no choice but to take the first on the list . and benevolent persons , to the necessity of systematically There was at first only one ...
... give them money to drink . " the attention of Temperance Societies , and of religious employer has no choice but to take the first on the list . and benevolent persons , to the necessity of systematically There was at first only one ...
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... give way ; but at last it became necesssary for her to retreat . William de Flavy remained with a body of troops at the barrier of the bridge on the side of the city , as a reserve ; but he abstained from affording Joan assistance . The ...
... give way ; but at last it became necesssary for her to retreat . William de Flavy remained with a body of troops at the barrier of the bridge on the side of the city , as a reserve ; but he abstained from affording Joan assistance . The ...
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... give ten thousand fold , and so on two tons and a half of hay to the acre , and now gets clo- contrived to git so thick with the quality over there in in a geometrical ratio . Twenty bushels of potatoes ver and red top of the best ...
... give ten thousand fold , and so on two tons and a half of hay to the acre , and now gets clo- contrived to git so thick with the quality over there in in a geometrical ratio . Twenty bushels of potatoes ver and red top of the best ...
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8 ページ - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell.
8 ページ - SEVEN. -A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; •*—Her beauty made me glad. 22 " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
9 ページ - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish Count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail ; And then, we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew," was passed from man to man; But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
185 ページ - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling— rejoicing— sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
9 ページ - Ho! maidens of Vienna; ho! matrons of Lucerne; Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return. Ho! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls.
185 ページ - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
8 ページ - Their graves are green, they may be seen,' The little maid replied, 'Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
8 ページ - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side". "How many are you, then, "said I, "If they two are in heaven?
9 ページ - ... rend your hair for those who never shall return. • Ho ! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ; Ho ! burghers of St.
9 ページ - And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy. Hurrah ! hurrah ! a single field hath turned the chance of war, Hurrah ! hurrah ! for Ivry, and Henry of Navarre.