A Reputed Changeling: Or, Three Seventh Years Two Centuries Ago, Том 1

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Macmillan, 1889 - 317 страници

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Страница 47 - O may my soul on Thee repose, , And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close ; Sleep, that may me more vigorous make, To serve my God when I awake. 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply ; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest.
Страница 112 - From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to Milford Bay, That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day; For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly warflame spread, High on St.
Страница 309 - Follow Light, and do the Right — for man can half-control his doom — Till you find the deathless Angel seated in the vacant tomb. Forward, let the stormy moment fly and mingle with the Past, I that loathed, have come to love him. Love will conquer at the last.
Страница 86 - Supplied wi' store o' water. The heapet happer's ebbing still, And still the clap plays clatter. Hear me, ye venerable core, As counsel for poor mortals, That frequent pass douce Wisdom's door, For glaikit Folly's portals! I, for their thoughtless, careless sakes, Would here propone defences, Their donsie tricks, their black mistakes, Their failings and mischances. Ye see your state wi...
Страница 20 - Awa, awa, ye ugly witch ! Haud far awa, and lat me be ; For I wadna ance kiss your ugly mouth For a' the gifts that ye cou'd gie." She's turned her richt and round about, And thrice she blew on a grass-green horn ; And she sware by the moon and the stars aboon, That she'd gar me rue the day I was born. Then out has she ta'en a silver wand, And she's...
Страница 254 - O terror ! what hath she perceived ? 0 joy ! What doth she look on ? — whom doth she behold ? Her hero slain upon the beach of Troy ? His vital presence, his corporeal mould ? It is — if sense deceive her not — 'tis he ! And a god leads him, — winged Mercury...
Страница 166 - Storms may rush in, and crimes and woes Deform the quiet bower ; — They may not mar the deep repose Of that immortal flower. Though only broken hearts be found To watch his cradle by, No blight is on his slumbers sound, No touch of harmful eye. So gently...
Страница 3 - Dear Madam, think not me to blame; Invisible the Fairy came : Your precious babe is hence conveyed, And in the place a changeling laid. Where are the father's mouth and nose ? The mother's eyes, as black as sloes ? See, here, a shocking awkward creature, That speaks a fool in every feature.

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