Selections from the Writings of Mrs. Margaret M. Davidson, the Mother of Lucretia Maria and Margaret M. DavidsonLea & Blanchard, 1843 - 272 sider |
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... ; they have long since burst asunder the ties which bound them to life , and soared to join that angelic band , in that wide field of intellectual im- D provement , to which their young hearts , while still INTRODUCTION ix.
... ; they have long since burst asunder the ties which bound them to life , and soared to join that angelic band , in that wide field of intellectual im- D provement , to which their young hearts , while still INTRODUCTION ix.
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... bound to defend it with their lives . This view of the subject awakened all their enthusiasm ; they worked day and night , and swore to conquer or die . * The deliberation with which the enemy advanced gave time for the necessary ...
... bound to defend it with their lives . This view of the subject awakened all their enthusiasm ; they worked day and night , and swore to conquer or die . * The deliberation with which the enemy advanced gave time for the necessary ...
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... bound to the family by indentures , and take care of Dr. Stanley , who , his wife affirmed , was too feeble to use any exertions at present . Roused by this proposition to a sense of the danger and indignity to which his feeble and ...
... bound to the family by indentures , and take care of Dr. Stanley , who , his wife affirmed , was too feeble to use any exertions at present . Roused by this proposition to a sense of the danger and indignity to which his feeble and ...
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... bound them to life , resolving to sus- tain the siege , repel the enemy , or perish in the ruins of the fort . an It would be vain for me to attempt a description of the little group , assembled in the chamber of the now apparently ...
... bound them to life , resolving to sus- tain the siege , repel the enemy , or perish in the ruins of the fort . an It would be vain for me to attempt a description of the little group , assembled in the chamber of the now apparently ...
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... bound . How felt the damsels as they pass'd That noble palace gate ? That palace , where the Princess Ruth Once sat in all her state ? And Orpah's charms unconscious shone ' Mid countless damsels fair , A host of nobles in her train ...
... bound . How felt the damsels as they pass'd That noble palace gate ? That palace , where the Princess Ruth Once sat in all her state ? And Orpah's charms unconscious shone ' Mid countless damsels fair , A host of nobles in her train ...
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arms art thou bards battle beam beautiful blessings blood bosom bound brave breast bright brow Cairbar Calmar Carril chief cloud Connal cried Cromla's Cuthullin dark daughter dear death echoing enemy Erin Erin's eyes fair fame father fear feast feeble fight Fillan Fingal flowing tears Gaul grief hall hand hast hath heart heaven hero's heroes hill Horace Walpole husband king king of swords Lena's heath light Lochlin's lonely Lord loud maid mamma Margaret mighty Morna morning Morven's mother mournful neath night noble o'er Orpah Oscar Ossian pale peace Peru plain Plattsburgh Polly pride raise replied rise roaring rock roll Ruth Ryno scene shield side silent song sons soul sound spear spirit Stanley Starno's storm stream Swaran sweet sword tears thee thine thou tomb trembling Tura's Ullin valiant voice Volumes wagons warriors WASHINGTON IRVING waves wind young youth
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Side 152 - Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign : The heavenly Babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapt in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Side 256 - ... promise of never returning to Ireland, in a hostile manner. The night is spent in settling Swaran's departure, in songs of bards, and in a conversation in which the story of Grumal is introduced by Fingal, Morning comes. Swaran departs ; Fingal goes on a hunting party, and finding Cuthullin in the cave of Tura, comforts him, and sets sail, the next day, for Scotland ; which concludes the poem.
Side 230 - Raise, Oscar, rather raise my tomb. I will not yield the war to thee. The first and bloodiest in the strife, my arm shall teach thee how to fight. But remember, my son, to place this sword, this bow, the horn of my deer, within that dark and narrow house, whose mark is one grey stone ! Oscar, I have no love to leave to the care of my son.