The Ladies' Repository, Volumes 33-34A. Tompkins, 1865 - Universalism |
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... Henriad , 14 , 66 , 106 , 146 , 177 , 216 , 252 298 , 341 .......... The Battle - Cry of the North , .. 22 Thither - side Sketches , ........ 23 , 313 , 391 , 456 The Spy of the Mississippi , 27 , 71 , 95 , 139 , 185 227 , 268 , 304 ...
... Henriad , 14 , 66 , 106 , 146 , 177 , 216 , 252 298 , 341 .......... The Battle - Cry of the North , .. 22 Thither - side Sketches , ........ 23 , 313 , 391 , 456 The Spy of the Mississippi , 27 , 71 , 95 , 139 , 185 227 , 268 , 304 ...
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... " and justified the trembling weakness of our humanity . If he had said " Let it come ; I can meet it , " he would not have been a Christ . THE HENRIAD . FROM THE FRENCH OF VOLTAIRE . By THE CHATELAIN'S WOOING . 13 GET ENOUGH SLEEP .
... " and justified the trembling weakness of our humanity . If he had said " Let it come ; I can meet it , " he would not have been a Christ . THE HENRIAD . FROM THE FRENCH OF VOLTAIRE . By THE CHATELAIN'S WOOING . 13 GET ENOUGH SLEEP .
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... HENRIAD . The subject of the Henriad is the siege of Paris , begun by Henry of Valois and Henry the Great , and terminated by the latter alone . The scene lies between Paris and Ivry , where that celebrated battle took place which ...
... HENRIAD . The subject of the Henriad is the siege of Paris , begun by Henry of Valois and Henry the Great , and terminated by the latter alone . The scene lies between Paris and Ivry , where that celebrated battle took place which ...
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... This same nation which , at this day , cannot think of that crime without shuddering with hor- ror , committed it in a transport of zeal . beautiful Gabrielle d'Estree ; but his courage was not affected THE HENRIAD . 15.
... This same nation which , at this day , cannot think of that crime without shuddering with hor- ror , committed it in a transport of zeal . beautiful Gabrielle d'Estree ; but his courage was not affected THE HENRIAD . 15.
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... Henriad . The Duke of Guise had but one brother left , the Duke of Mayenne , an intrepid character , rather skilful than active , who saw himself at the head of a faction aware of its strength and animated with vengeance and fanaticism ...
... Henriad . The Duke of Guise had but one brother left , the Duke of Mayenne , an intrepid character , rather skilful than active , who saw himself at the head of a faction aware of its strength and animated with vengeance and fanaticism ...
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Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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...