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AMEL Amelia Annette art thou beauty Benstone blood Bohemian forests bright brother Bruton Burgundy captain castle character Charles charms Cicely cried Edward curse Curts dead death delight dost thou doth dreams duke of Orleans earth England entered eyes father fear feeling flowers FRAN Francis Friedrich Von Schiller glory grave GRIMM ground hand happy Harfleur hast thou hath head hear heard heart heaven honour Julius Cæsar Kate Westrill lady leave light live look Mat Maybird mercy mind MOOR murder nature never night o'er once passed phrenology replied Edward ROBBERS Rosabel scene SCHWARZ SCHWEIT serpent shalt Sir Richard Ellerton smile soon sorrow soul Spenton SPIE Spiegelberg spirit stood sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought Vermont village voice Willie Bats wilt words young youth
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Сторінка 158 - And Jacob rent his clothes, and put sackcloth upon his loins, and mourned for his son many days. And all his sons and all his daughters rose up to comfort him; but he refused to be comforted; and he said, For I will go down into the grave unto my son mourning.
Сторінка 233 - When I remember all The friends, so link'd together, I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one, Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed!
Сторінка 328 - Gave honour to the holy night : On Christmas eve the bells were rung ; On Christmas eve the mass was sung; That only night in all the year, Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.
Сторінка 353 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
Сторінка 327 - Heap on more wood ! — the wind is chill, But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
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Сторінка 352 - In prospect from his throne, how good, how fair, Answering his great idea.
Сторінка 157 - And he knew it, and said. It is my son's coat; an evil beast hath devoured him; Joseph is without doubt rent in pieces.
Сторінка 287 - ... he, and of his tortuous train Curled many a wanton wreath in sight of Eve, To lure her eye; she busied heard the sound Of rustling leaves, but minded not, as used...
Сторінка 328 - Christmas eve the mass was sung : That only night in all the year Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear. The damsel...