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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Side 38
... raised her head , her eyes were filled with tears ; she was pained for her mistress . " If I go I shall be safe , but what will become of you , marm ? I am strong , and if a soger goes for to hurt you , marm , I can hit him a lick - but ...
... raised her head , her eyes were filled with tears ; she was pained for her mistress . " If I go I shall be safe , but what will become of you , marm ? I am strong , and if a soger goes for to hurt you , marm , I can hit him a lick - but ...
Side 48
... raised her heart in prayer to Him " who rides on the whirlwind , and directs the storm " -while poor little Polly , her gay spirit broken and subdued , sank at her feet and clung to her knees , as if for protection . Oh ! who can ...
... raised her heart in prayer to Him " who rides on the whirlwind , and directs the storm " -while poor little Polly , her gay spirit broken and subdued , sank at her feet and clung to her knees , as if for protection . Oh ! who can ...
Side 69
... his protecting wings over Fort Moreau , she knew her loved country was still free , and her heart was raised in gratitude and thanksgiving , to that Power who had fought our battles , and proclaimed us A FEW EVENTFUL DAYS IN 1814 . 69.
... his protecting wings over Fort Moreau , she knew her loved country was still free , and her heart was raised in gratitude and thanksgiving , to that Power who had fought our battles , and proclaimed us A FEW EVENTFUL DAYS IN 1814 . 69.
Side 79
... raised ; will you go ? or do you pre- fer staying with papa and mamma ? " Louisa with a composed and firm voice , spoke first : " Mamma , I will never , never leave you . " " Anna , " said Mrs. Stanley , " had not you better take ...
... raised ; will you go ? or do you pre- fer staying with papa and mamma ? " Louisa with a composed and firm voice , spoke first : " Mamma , I will never , never leave you . " " Anna , " said Mrs. Stanley , " had not you better take ...
Side 80
... raised . " It will go hard , " said the generous stranger , " if I do not obtain some means of finding out where thou art , and restoring thy children to thee . " A hasty summons to the wagon called this kind benevo- lent woman away ...
... raised . " It will go hard , " said the generous stranger , " if I do not obtain some means of finding out where thou art , and restoring thy children to thee . " A hasty summons to the wagon called this kind benevo- lent woman away ...
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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.