Dynevor Terrace, Or, The Clue of Life, Volum 2

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J.W. Parker and Son, 1857
 

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Pàgina 212 - If thou hast run with the footmen, and they have wearied thee, then how canst thou contend with horses? and if in the land of peace, wherein thou trustedst, they wearied thee, then how wilt thou do in the swelling of Jordan?
Pàgina 92 - Surely goodness and mercy have followed me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Pàgina 14 - The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
Pàgina 348 - No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true — The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Pàgina 190 - And ye shall walk in silk attire, And siller hae to spare, Gin ye'll consent to be his bride, Nor think o
Pàgina 79 - CHAPTER VI. THE TWO PENDRAGONS. The red dragon and the white, Hard together gan they smite, With mouth, paw, and tail, Between hem was full hard batail. The History of Merlin. SPRING was on the borders of summer, when one afternoon, as Clara sat writing a note in the drawing-room, she heard a tap at the door of the little sitting-room, and springing to open it, she beheld a welcome sight. ' Louis ! How glad I am! Where do you come from V ' Last from the station,
Pàgina 112 - When silent time, wi' lightly foot, Had trod on thirty years, I sought again my native land Wi mony hopes and fears. Wha kens gin the dear friends I left May still continue mine ? Or gin I e'er again shall taste The joys I left langsyne ? As I drew near my ancient pile My heart beat a...
Pàgina 350 - No glare of high estate, No gloom of woe or want, The radiance can abate Where Heaven delights to haunt ; Sin only hides the genial ray, And, round the Cross, makes night of day.
Pàgina 145 - I have since found other roofs less pleasant than thine, have since — pent within stucco and inurned in marble mockery of grandeur — yearned for the careless fortune of thy uncultured surroundings, cried often in vain amid the uncomfortable comfort of the city. " Give me again my hollow tree, My crust of bread and liberty.
Pàgina 39 - THE voice which I did more esteem Than music in her sweetest key ; Those eyes which unto me did seem More comfortable than the day ; These now by me, as they have been, Shall never more be heard or seen ; But what I once enjoyed in them, Shall seem hereafter as a dream.