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... poor Catholic's geese " For arrears of his rent ; though the fact would appear , " That the tenant was barely three years in arrear ; " And this very Justice , for reasons unknown , " At Midsummer fair of Maccollopmahone , " Had dared ...
... poor Catholic's geese " For arrears of his rent ; though the fact would appear , " That the tenant was barely three years in arrear ; " And this very Justice , for reasons unknown , " At Midsummer fair of Maccollopmahone , " Had dared ...
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... most hard ! " That innocent babes of their rights should be barr'd ; " And that his poor son , ( if he so should aspire , ) " Has not the means left of avenging his sire ! " Where , in short , all the laws against 24 THE NEW WHIG GUIDE .
... most hard ! " That innocent babes of their rights should be barr'd ; " And that his poor son , ( if he so should aspire , ) " Has not the means left of avenging his sire ! " Where , in short , all the laws against 24 THE NEW WHIG GUIDE .
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... poor Heligoland ; " That innocent isle we have stolen from the Danes , " And it groans with the weight of our trade and our chains , " On that happy strand , not two lustres ago , " The thistle was free in luxuriance to grow ; D " The ...
... poor Heligoland ; " That innocent isle we have stolen from the Danes , " And it groans with the weight of our trade and our chains , " On that happy strand , not two lustres ago , " The thistle was free in luxuriance to grow ; D " The ...
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... poor Sir James , in a treble - pitch'd screech , Endeavour'd to follow the thread of his speech ; Coughs , sneezes , and laughs , pealing loud thro ' the room , Pronounc'd in a tempest , the candidate's doom ; And ev'n of the Judges ...
... poor Sir James , in a treble - pitch'd screech , Endeavour'd to follow the thread of his speech ; Coughs , sneezes , and laughs , pealing loud thro ' the room , Pronounc'd in a tempest , the candidate's doom ; And ev'n of the Judges ...
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... was dangerously ill : as the messenger was only a poor old woman , who implored me with • This is an obvious imitation of Pope's Narrative of the Phrensy of John Dennis . nothing but tears in her eyes , I should have A TRUE NARRATIVE . 73.
... was dangerously ill : as the messenger was only a poor old woman , who implored me with • This is an obvious imitation of Pope's Narrative of the Phrensy of John Dennis . nothing but tears in her eyes , I should have A TRUE NARRATIVE . 73.
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120 ÆäÀÌÁö - And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! FROM JOH.
120 ÆäÀÌÁö - But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail: And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
117 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming with purple and gold, And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
119 ÆäÀÌÁö - For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd ; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill. And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still.
110 ÆäÀÌÁö - LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM. OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
124 ÆäÀÌÁö - BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy -gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art. Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
114 ÆäÀÌÁö - Twas a light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream : Oh ! 'twas light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream.
124 ÆäÀÌÁö - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
112 ÆäÀÌÁö - New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream. Tho' the bard to purer fame may soar, When wild youth's past ; Tho...