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... girl , fair and It is well furnished with pointed gables fresh as the flowers by which she was sur- and tall chimneys . The windows are rounded , sat , or rather reclined upon a sofa ample , fitly monailled and traversed , and working ...
... girl , fair and It is well furnished with pointed gables fresh as the flowers by which she was sur- and tall chimneys . The windows are rounded , sat , or rather reclined upon a sofa ample , fitly monailled and traversed , and working ...
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... girl , not more than fourteen , being a famous dancer , begged her " Master and Dame " that she might dance the Morrice with Kemp in a room . His account would make it appear that they were— " The dancing pair that simply won renown ...
... girl , not more than fourteen , being a famous dancer , begged her " Master and Dame " that she might dance the Morrice with Kemp in a room . His account would make it appear that they were— " The dancing pair that simply won renown ...
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Robert Kemp Philp. country girl called him faint - hearted , and said if she had begun to dance , she would not have stopped under a mile . He gave her bells to bind round the ankle , and she " shooke her fat sides and footed it merrily ...
Robert Kemp Philp. country girl called him faint - hearted , and said if she had begun to dance , she would not have stopped under a mile . He gave her bells to bind round the ankle , and she " shooke her fat sides and footed it merrily ...
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... girl was sitting , and , bending downward , he kissed her forehead . She uttered an exclamation in which sur- prise , amounting nearly to terror , were mingled . " Oh , Herbert , " she said at last , " is this your promise ? " " Dearest ...
... girl was sitting , and , bending downward , he kissed her forehead . She uttered an exclamation in which sur- prise , amounting nearly to terror , were mingled . " Oh , Herbert , " she said at last , " is this your promise ? " " Dearest ...
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... girl ! " roared the General , when the intelligence reached him ; " I'll cut her off with a shilling . " And the General kept his word . But he might have saved himself the trouble of altering his will ; for a few weeks after he had ...
... girl ! " roared the General , when the intelligence reached him ; " I'll cut her off with a shilling . " And the General kept his word . But he might have saved himself the trouble of altering his will ; for a few weeks after he had ...
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Page 31 - Look not upon me, because I am black, Because the sun hath looked upon me: My mother's children were angry with me ; They made me the keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept.
Page 52 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Page 191 - With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries ; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise ; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes : Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
Page 59 - Despair at me doth throw. 0 make in me those civil wars to cease: 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf...
Page 90 - Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish' eye, While the bee with honeyed thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring, With such consort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feathered sleep...
Page 327 - My blessin' and my pride! There's nothin' left to care for now, Since my poor Mary died. Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary, That still kept hoping on, When the trust in God had left my soul, And my arm's young strength was gone; There was comfort ever on your lip, And the kind look on your brow I bless you, Mary, for that same, Though you cannot hear me now.
Page 327 - I'll not forget you, darling, In the land I'm goin' to : They say there's bread and work for all, And the sun shines always there— But I'll not forget old Ireland, Were it fifty times as fair...
Page 327 - Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary, That still kept hoping on, When the trust in God had left my soul, And my arm's young strength was gone ; There was comfort ever on your lip, And the kind look on your brow — I bless you, Mary, for that same, Though you cannot hear me now. I thank you for the patient smile When your heart was fit to break, When the hunger pain was gnawin...
Page 172 - IF I had but two little wings, And were a little feathery bird, To you I'd fly, my dear ! But thoughts like these are idle things, And I stay here.
Page 81 - In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower, The spectral owl doth dwell; Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour, But at dusk he's abroad and well! Not a bird of the forest e'er mates with him; All mock him outright by day; But at night, when the woods grow still and dim, The boldest will shrink away!