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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... Heaven . But the gratification of their curiosity is not the motive to the publication of these pages , though it may be in- cidental to it . The mother's life has been in com- panionship with her children , and she is now tempted from ...
... Heaven . But the gratification of their curiosity is not the motive to the publication of these pages , though it may be in- cidental to it . The mother's life has been in com- panionship with her children , and she is now tempted from ...
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... heaven now -- up in that bright beautiful heaven-- don't cry any more- ( and the sweet child wiped the tears from her pale cheek with the corner of his little white apron ) -we will soon go to that beautiful place to see him . Sister ...
... heaven now -- up in that bright beautiful heaven-- don't cry any more- ( and the sweet child wiped the tears from her pale cheek with the corner of his little white apron ) -we will soon go to that beautiful place to see him . Sister ...
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... heavens . At that moment a flash , followed instantly by a tremendous crash , so shocked the nerves of the lonely sufferer , that she sunk powerless from her chair ; the poor frightened girl threw a glass of water in her face , and ...
... heavens . At that moment a flash , followed instantly by a tremendous crash , so shocked the nerves of the lonely sufferer , that she sunk powerless from her chair ; the poor frightened girl threw a glass of water in her face , and ...
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... heaven direct me , " she again prayed ; in the deepest agony of soul she entreated that God would make her duty manifest . These words came into her mind , - " Wait on the Lord , be of good courage , and he shall strengthen thine heart ...
... heaven direct me , " she again prayed ; in the deepest agony of soul she entreated that God would make her duty manifest . These words came into her mind , - " Wait on the Lord , be of good courage , and he shall strengthen thine heart ...
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... heaven support me ! " burst from the almost despair- ing wife . As she turned to go into the house , she saw the figure of a man entering the large gate which led to the back door and stable ; she hastened in , and arousing Polly from ...
... heaven support me ! " burst from the almost despair- ing wife . As she turned to go into the house , she saw the figure of a man entering the large gate which led to the back door and stable ; she hastened in , and arousing Polly from ...
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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.