The Works of Mrs. Hemans, with a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her Genius by Mrs. Sigourney ...Lea and Blanchard, 1840 |
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... Round 12: Western Bulldogs v Geelong Chapter 14 – Round 14: West Coast v Geelong Chapter 15 – Round 15: Geelong v Richmond Chapter 16 – Round 16: Geelong v North Melbourne Chapter 17 – Round 17: Geelong v Melbourne Chapter 18 – Round 18 ...
... Round 12: Western Bulldogs v Geelong Chapter 14 – Round 14: West Coast v Geelong Chapter 15 – Round 15: Geelong v Richmond Chapter 16 – Round 16: Geelong v North Melbourne Chapter 17 – Round 17: Geelong v Melbourne Chapter 18 – Round 18 ...
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Round About a Pound a Week: A Glimpse into Poverty and Survival in London Maud Pember Reeves. there is to be noticed, in a greater or less condition of freshness, a semicircle of hearthstone, which has for its radius the length of the ...
Round About a Pound a Week: A Glimpse into Poverty and Survival in London Maud Pember Reeves. there is to be noticed, in a greater or less condition of freshness, a semicircle of hearthstone, which has for its radius the length of the ...
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... round the city and joining the great canal from the east gate of Quinsan to Soochow was reconnoitred by the steamer Hyson ; an imprudent proceeding , as it might have shewn the rebels their weak points . This canal joins the other about ...
... round the city and joining the great canal from the east gate of Quinsan to Soochow was reconnoitred by the steamer Hyson ; an imprudent proceeding , as it might have shewn the rebels their weak points . This canal joins the other about ...
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... rounds' medal play for a prize of one million pounds sterling. They go round in a pro-am format, each pro with three invited guests. 'That's what the stands are for, and the tented exhibition village. The consortium's gamble is that the ...
... rounds' medal play for a prize of one million pounds sterling. They go round in a pro-am format, each pro with three invited guests. 'That's what the stands are for, and the tented exhibition village. The consortium's gamble is that the ...
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... round yellow bloom stout deep Walbridge . Small Flat , Whitish Pale red- Small , Short Medium round yellow dish green closed Short , Wealthy . Medium Round , Yellowish Dark red , Partly Green , to large oblate crimson striped closed ...
... round yellow bloom stout deep Walbridge . Small Flat , Whitish Pale red- Small , Short Medium round yellow dish green closed Short , Wealthy . Medium Round , Yellowish Dark red , Partly Green , to large oblate crimson striped closed ...
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Страница 205 - By Him Who bowed to take The death-cup for our sake, The thorn, the rod ! From Whom the last dismay Was not to pass away ; Aid us, O GOD ! 4 Tremblers beside the grave We call on Thee to save, FATHER divine ! Hear, hear our suppliant breath, Keep us in life and death Thine, only Thine.
Страница 44 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Страница 31 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Страница 283 - With light Elysian ; — for the hues that steep Your shores in melting lustre, seem to float On golden clouds from spirit-lands remote, Isles of the blest ; — and in our memory keep Their place with holiest harmonies.
Страница 248 - Verily I say unto you, Wheresoever this gospel shall be preached in the whole world, there shall also this, that this woman hath done, be told for a memorial of her.
Страница 158 - It passed not, though to Him the grave Had yielded up its dead ! But there was sent Him from on high A gift of strength for man to...
Страница 168 - And midst the forms, in pale proud slumber carved Of Warriors on their tombs. — The People kneel Where mail-clad Chiefs have knelt ; where jewelled crowns On the flushed brows of Conquerors have been set; Where the high Anthems of old Victories Have made the dust give echoes.— Hence, vain thoughts! Memories of Power and Pride, which, long ago, Like dim Processions of a dream, have sunk In twilight depths away.
Страница 208 - God ! We are watchers of a beacon Whose light must never die ; We are guardians of an altar 'Midst the silence of the sky : The rocks yield founts of courage, Struck forth as by thy rod ; For the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers...
Страница 75 - HOW could Fancy crown with thee In ancient days the God of Wine, And bid thee at the banquet be Companion of the vine? Thy home, wild plant, is where each sound Of revelry hath long been o'er, Where song's full notes once peal'd around, But now are heard no more.
Страница 225 - One spirit, His Who wore the platted thorns with bleeding brows, Rules universal nature. Not a flower But shows some touch, in freckle, streak, or stain, Of his unrivall'd pencil. He inspires Their balmy odours, and imparts their hues, And bathes their eyes with nectar, and includes, In grains as countless as the seaside sands, The forms with which he sprinkles all the earth.