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... fire before they are seen - like the fire from heaven , your order slays . Your victims see 6 THE FORD FAMILY .
... fire before they are seen - like the fire from heaven , your order slays . Your victims see 6 THE FORD FAMILY .
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... fire a matted head was protruded and quickly withdrawn , while various thumps and bustlings behind a few black boards , proclaimed that Pat was making a hasty toilet in his dormitory , which fact was in another minute confirmed by the ...
... fire a matted head was protruded and quickly withdrawn , while various thumps and bustlings behind a few black boards , proclaimed that Pat was making a hasty toilet in his dormitory , which fact was in another minute confirmed by the ...
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... would be the last night her father would pass within its horrid walls . Before they quitted the apartment , Mar- cia stirred the fire as gently as she could , with a poker chained to the rusty grate , put 80 THE FORD FAMILY .
... would be the last night her father would pass within its horrid walls . Before they quitted the apartment , Mar- cia stirred the fire as gently as she could , with a poker chained to the rusty grate , put 80 THE FORD FAMILY .
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... fire ; but no sooner was he there than he again fainted . Captain Percy left him to the care of his family , promising to send the medical attendant as he passed his house , and to call again , if only for a minute , before he quitted ...
... fire ; but no sooner was he there than he again fainted . Captain Percy left him to the care of his family , promising to send the medical attendant as he passed his house , and to call again , if only for a minute , before he quitted ...
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... fire for his recep- tion . 66 Our poor father seems to me to be very ill , Marcia . What is your opinion of him ? ” said Rhoda . Marcia shook her head . " He has been evidently declining , day by day , for the last fortnight , " said ...
... fire for his recep- tion . 66 Our poor father seems to me to be very ill , Marcia . What is your opinion of him ? ” said Rhoda . Marcia shook her head . " He has been evidently declining , day by day , for the last fortnight , " said ...
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Page 49 - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird ; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard, And mine was thankful till my eyes...
Page 288 - OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME OH! breathe not his name, — let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonored his relics are laid; Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.
Page 207 - ETERNAL Spirit of the chainless Mind ! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty ! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart — The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Page 288 - OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH I breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade. Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid : Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.