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Page 398
... Soph . SEE , now the evening red has died away- Stars glimmer thro ' the broken clouds - and still My son is not returned . Wal . Have patience wife- He comes anon . Soph . Oh ! never till this day He staid so late . Wal . Come , strike ...
... Soph . SEE , now the evening red has died away- Stars glimmer thro ' the broken clouds - and still My son is not returned . Wal . Have patience wife- He comes anon . Soph . Oh ! never till this day He staid so late . Wal . Come , strike ...
Page 399
... Soph . For the whole road , one hour suf . fices . - More Than this already has been spent in dark- ness.- To blame a mother's care - thou art severe- Wal . Thy care is most unsuitable , ap- plied To restless moods of youth . Boys all ...
... Soph . For the whole road , one hour suf . fices . - More Than this already has been spent in dark- ness.- To blame a mother's care - thou art severe- Wal . Thy care is most unsuitable , ap- plied To restless moods of youth . Boys all ...
Page 400
... Soph . ( violently agitated . ) Mercy ! Heaven ! that ice- Wal . What mean'st thou ? Soph . Only this - I pray thee , tell me , Did the boy take his skates with him to - day ? Wal . Doubtless he did - the morning still was frosty . Soph ...
... Soph . ( violently agitated . ) Mercy ! Heaven ! that ice- Wal . What mean'st thou ? Soph . Only this - I pray thee , tell me , Did the boy take his skates with him to - day ? Wal . Doubtless he did - the morning still was frosty . Soph ...
Page 402
... Soph . ( coming in hastily . ) Walter ! — Wal . ( startled . ) What is it ? - Soph . There is here a stranger- As if to visit us . Wal . So much the better- His presence will beguile the time . -Knocking loudly . ) Come in ! — Em . An ...
... Soph . ( coming in hastily . ) Walter ! — Wal . ( startled . ) What is it ? - Soph . There is here a stranger- As if to visit us . Wal . So much the better- His presence will beguile the time . -Knocking loudly . ) Come in ! — Em . An ...
Page 403
... Soph . Thou knowest not to serve up Well - told romances . Stran . Walter , it is true- Thou had'st a sister - There - behold the proof ( Gives him a letter . ) Wal . My father's writing - this commands attention ! I long to read ...
... Soph . Thou knowest not to serve up Well - told romances . Stran . Walter , it is true- Thou had'st a sister - There - behold the proof ( Gives him a letter . ) Wal . My father's writing - this commands attention ! I long to read ...
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Page 271 - And as he prayed, the fashion of his countenance was altered, and his raiment was white and glistering. 30 And, behold, there talked with him two men, which were Moses and Elias: 31 Who appeared in glory, and spake of his decease which he should accomplish at Jerusalem.
Page 354 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe; He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime When like Apollo he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm! Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Page 2 - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old, rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary.
Page 57 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent.
Page 139 - More graceful than her own. His wandering step Obedient to high thoughts, has visited The awful ruins of the days of old : Athens, and Tyre, and Balbec, and the waste Where stood Jerusalem, the fallen towers Of Babylon, the eternal pyramids, Memphis and Thebes, and whatsoe'er of strange Sculptured on alabaster obelisk, Or jasper tomb, or mutilated sphynx, Dark /Ethiopia in her desert hills Conceals.
Page 179 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.