Rosamond: With Other Tales

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Harper & brothers, 1859 - 373 Seiten
 

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Seite 111 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep : they do not sleep ! On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit; they linger yet Avengers of their native land: With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Seite 195 - I hear a voice, you cannot hear, Which says, I must not stay; I see a hand, you cannot see, Which beckons me away.
Seite 304 - The sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day; But glory remains when their lights fade away! Begin, ye tormentors! your threats are in vain, For the son of Alknomook shall never complain. Remember the arrows he shot from his bow; Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid low : Why so slow? — do you wait till I shrink from the pain? No— the son of Alknomook will never complain.
Seite 111 - Though, fanned by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state. Helm, nor hauberk's twisted mail, Nor e'en thy virtues, Tyrant, shall avail To save thy secret soul from nightly fears, From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears...
Seite 13 - ... for her, the shoe dropped off, she put it on again in a great hurry, but, as she was going across the hall, her father turned round. ' Why are you walking slip-shod? no one must walk slip-shod with me; why, Rosamond/ said he, looking at her shoes with disgust, 'I thought that you were always neat; go, I cannot take you with me.
Seite 82 - Thy arts of building from the bee receive; Learn of the mole to plough, the worm to weave; Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
Seite 372 - ... met his brother: he stopped him and told him in a great hurry, all that he had said to his mother ; and he begged of him not to tell the truth, but to say the same as he had done. " No, I will not tell a lie,
Seite 113 - First with nice eye emerging Naiads cull From leathery pods the vegetable wool; With wiry teeth revolving cards release The tangled knots, and smooth the...
Seite 9 - How comes there to be a stone in your shoe?" "Because of this great hole, mamma — it comes in there: my shoes are quite worn out. I wish you would be so very good as to give me another pair.
Seite 109 - The snow's coming down very fast, No shelter is found on the tree ; When you hear this unpitying blast, I pray you take pity on me. " * The hips and the haws are all gone, I can find neither berry nor sloe ; The ground is as hard as a stone, And Pm almost buried in snow.

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