The names we hear

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H.A. Long, 1877 - Names - 244 pages

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Page 207 - LET the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, " There is a man child conceived.
Page 33 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Page 47 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Page 190 - I have broke your hest ] to say so ! Fer. Admired Miranda ! Indeed, the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear...
Page 46 - ... the house that Jack built. THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT 31 This is the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, 5 That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.
Page 94 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer's day, While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Page 31 - Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness : According to the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions.
Page 213 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters...
Page 126 - His visage drawn he felt to sharp and spare ; His arms clung to his ribs : his legs entwining Each other, till supplanted down he fell A monstrous serpent on his belly prone...
Page 91 - From heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day...

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