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... GEORGE WITHER . The Liar Self - corrected . ITTLE Roland was now seven years old , and had never yet told a falsehood . He had never committed any very serious fault , and therefore had no need to hide the truth . When any accident ...
... GEORGE WITHER . The Liar Self - corrected . ITTLE Roland was now seven years old , and had never yet told a falsehood . He had never committed any very serious fault , and therefore had no need to hide the truth . When any accident ...
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... George Ord C. Bauman W. H Homer William Skillington J. T. Longstaff W. W. Symons Millicent Doxey J. W. Franklin Samuel Spencer Annie Burgess Alexander Polson F. J. Homer George Elliott J. W. Barlow Thomas Hince George Owen Robert ...
... George Ord C. Bauman W. H Homer William Skillington J. T. Longstaff W. W. Symons Millicent Doxey J. W. Franklin Samuel Spencer Annie Burgess Alexander Polson F. J. Homer George Elliott J. W. Barlow Thomas Hince George Owen Robert ...
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... George III . , and received by that monarch in a gracious manner , his resentment died away . In 1788 , Nelson took his wife to visit his father at his par- sonage . The sight of his son , he declared , had given him new life . At the ...
... George III . , and received by that monarch in a gracious manner , his resentment died away . In 1788 , Nelson took his wife to visit his father at his par- sonage . The sight of his son , he declared , had given him new life . At the ...
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... George Lloyd Joseph Horrocks Robert Tomlinson Elizabeth Isherwood Harry Walker W , S. Garratt George Kemsley Alfred Hodges James Roberts Thomas Godwin Ts . W. Ridley Charley Saunders Charles Cooke Elizabeth Hallard Edward Deane Mary ...
... George Lloyd Joseph Horrocks Robert Tomlinson Elizabeth Isherwood Harry Walker W , S. Garratt George Kemsley Alfred Hodges James Roberts Thomas Godwin Ts . W. Ridley Charley Saunders Charles Cooke Elizabeth Hallard Edward Deane Mary ...
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... George Pritchard Louisa Faulkner Selina Home William H. Loose Joseph Lloyd William Morrell Josephine Lemon W. H. Halliday Isaac Clayton Thomas T. Bradbury William Hardwick Thomas Marples John Chambers John Carr C. M. Jaggard Richard ...
... George Pritchard Louisa Faulkner Selina Home William H. Loose Joseph Lloyd William Morrell Josephine Lemon W. H. Halliday Isaac Clayton Thomas T. Bradbury William Hardwick Thomas Marples John Chambers John Carr C. M. Jaggard Richard ...
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Page 96 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do' blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 138 - Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Page 78 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Page 136 - A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew, Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Page 120 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat. Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Page 6 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 88 - The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Page 233 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Page 136 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Page 315 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betrayed, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soiled, is laid Low i