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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... husband to protect herself and babes , in as far as his single arm could do it : -now , that beloved husband , enfeebled by a long illness , convalescent it is true , but so weak that he could scarcely bear his own weight , must look to ...
... husband to protect herself and babes , in as far as his single arm could do it : -now , that beloved husband , enfeebled by a long illness , convalescent it is true , but so weak that he could scarcely bear his own weight , must look to ...
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... husband's room , and with as much caution as possible , communicated to him the state of affairs . He bore the tidings with more composure than she feared , and they hastened to decide upon the best possible arrangement for the safety ...
... husband's room , and with as much caution as possible , communicated to him the state of affairs . He bore the tidings with more composure than she feared , and they hastened to decide upon the best possible arrangement for the safety ...
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... husband . She then proposed to transfer to the cellar the comforts they would require to sustain them until after the engagement . This plan was , in the opinion of Dr. Stanley , more preposterous than the first , and he said at once ...
... husband . She then proposed to transfer to the cellar the comforts they would require to sustain them until after the engagement . This plan was , in the opinion of Dr. Stanley , more preposterous than the first , and he said at once ...
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... husband , and her plan of remaining in her own house . Mr. S confirmed all Dr. Stanley's apprehensions on the subject , and entreated her by all means not to delay leaving until the guard was set around the village . " My dear madam ...
... husband , and her plan of remaining in her own house . Mr. S confirmed all Dr. Stanley's apprehensions on the subject , and entreated her by all means not to delay leaving until the guard was set around the village . " My dear madam ...
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... one , and reminded her of the weighty re- sponsibilities which rested upon her . After urging him to take a cup of tea , her first care was to get her * husband quietly in bed for the night , fearing the 30 MARGARET M. DAVIDSON .
... one , and reminded her of the weighty re- sponsibilities which rested upon her . After urging him to take a cup of tea , her first care was to get her * husband quietly in bed for the night , fearing the 30 MARGARET M. DAVIDSON .
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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.