The Library of Choice Literature and Encyclopædia of Universal Authorship ...Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon Gebbie & Company, 1893 |
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... Half a Loaf is better than no Bread ' Gille Machree . Dara Why Lady Hornbury's Ball was Postponed To a Child . Wind and Stars A Blind Boy's Song Married ? or not Married ? The Household Festival . On Early Rising Hymn to Pan The Great ...
... Half a Loaf is better than no Bread ' Gille Machree . Dara Why Lady Hornbury's Ball was Postponed To a Child . Wind and Stars A Blind Boy's Song Married ? or not Married ? The Household Festival . On Early Rising Hymn to Pan The Great ...
Stran 1
... half the neighbourhood . All the creature - comforts of the poor - from bread to that questionable superfluity , small - beer- were sold by Isaac . Strange it was , that with such a trade Pugwash grew not rich . He had many bad debts ...
... half the neighbourhood . All the creature - comforts of the poor - from bread to that questionable superfluity , small - beer- were sold by Isaac . Strange it was , that with such a trade Pugwash grew not rich . He had many bad debts ...
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... half a patriot , half a coward grown , I fly from petty tyrants to the throne . Yes , Brother , curse with me that baleful hour When first ambition struck at regal power ; And thus polluting honour in its source , Gave wealth to sway ...
... half a patriot , half a coward grown , I fly from petty tyrants to the throne . Yes , Brother , curse with me that baleful hour When first ambition struck at regal power ; And thus polluting honour in its source , Gave wealth to sway ...
Stran 10
Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon. " HALF A LOAF IS BETTER THAN NO BREAD . ” In the ancient city of Dort , or Dordrecht , in South Holland , on the banks of a canal , dwelt , where his father and ... Half a Loaf is better than no Bread'
Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon. " HALF A LOAF IS BETTER THAN NO BREAD . ” In the ancient city of Dort , or Dordrecht , in South Holland , on the banks of a canal , dwelt , where his father and ... Half a Loaf is better than no Bread'
Stran 11
... . when the sedate , plodding , and money - getting merchants ascertained that Jan Dirk had ac- tually married Madame Coralie Comifo , there was a general commotion of tobacco - puffs , turning " HALF A LOAF IS BETTER THAN NO BREAD . " 11.
... . when the sedate , plodding , and money - getting merchants ascertained that Jan Dirk had ac- tually married Madame Coralie Comifo , there was a general commotion of tobacco - puffs , turning " HALF A LOAF IS BETTER THAN NO BREAD . " 11.
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Ackbar arms asked beautiful bell blessing Boufflers Bruges called Charles of Blois Charon Chemung County Compton Coralie countess cried d'Aurilliac dark daughter dear death door duke earth Edith eyes fair father fear feel gaze Ginx's Baby girl give grand chamberlain hand happy Harz head hear heard heart heaven honour hour husband Jan Dirk Peereboom king Lady Hornbury Lama laugh light live look Lord Louis of Spain Lumberton Madame marriage married Menippus mind morning mother nature never night o'er once PANC passed poor Pugwash replied Rocroy round scene seemed SGAN SGANARELLE Sir John smile soon soul speak Stalman stood strange stranger sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tion told took turned voice Walter Manny Warrington Welt wife woman word young Zerinda
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Stran 107 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Stran 143 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Stran 6 - As some lone miser, visiting his store, Bends at his treasure, counts, recounts it o'er; Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still...
Stran 370 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Stran 7 - Thus every good his native wilds impart Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And e'en those ills that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms...
Stran 8 - That first excites desire, and then supplies. Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, \ Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame : Their level life is but a...
Stran 6 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Stran 370 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still?
Stran 40 - Be still the unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal- a new birth...
Stran 92 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...