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... asking which was. OF THE QUEEN'S LIFE AT BALMORAL.1 [ Victoria I. , Queen of Great Britain and Ireland , and Empress of India . Born in Kensington Palace , 24th May , 1819 ; succeeded to the throne 20th June , 1837 ; and her coronation ...
... asking which was. OF THE QUEEN'S LIFE AT BALMORAL.1 [ Victoria I. , Queen of Great Britain and Ireland , and Empress of India . Born in Kensington Palace , 24th May , 1819 ; succeeded to the throne 20th June , 1837 ; and her coronation ...
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Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon. | shaking hands with us all , asking which was I. gazed around ; and the pure mountain air was most refreshing . All seemed to breathe free- dom and peace , and to make one forget the world and its ...
Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon. | shaking hands with us all , asking which was I. gazed around ; and the pure mountain air was most refreshing . All seemed to breathe free- dom and peace , and to make one forget the world and its ...
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... asked permission to do so ) marched through the grounds with his men , the pipers going in front . They stopped , and cheered three - times- three , throwing up their bonnets . They then marched off ; and we listened with pleasure to ...
... asked permission to do so ) marched through the grounds with his men , the pipers going in front . They stopped , and cheered three - times- three , throwing up their bonnets . They then marched off ; and we listened with pleasure to ...
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Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon. shaking hands with us all , asking which was I , and repeating many kind blessings : " May the Lord attend ye with mirth and with joy ; may He ever be with ye in this world , and when ye leave it ...
Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon. shaking hands with us all , asking which was I , and repeating many kind blessings : " May the Lord attend ye with mirth and with joy ; may He ever be with ye in this world , and when ye leave it ...
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... asked for a portion of the countless and inexhaustible treasures which were hidden from the light in the iron safe . Nathaniel Pipkin's heart beat high within him when he saw this enticing little couple some hundred yards before him one ...
... asked for a portion of the countless and inexhaustible treasures which were hidden from the light in the iron safe . Nathaniel Pipkin's heart beat high within him when he saw this enticing little couple some hundred yards before him one ...
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Page 270 - Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word: " Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on !
Page 270 - And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
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Page 107 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
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Page 150 - I take to be the elder brother) was accidentally discovered in the manner following. The swine-herd, Ho-ti, having gone out into the woods one morning, as his manner was, to collect mast for his hogs, left his cottage in the care of his eldest son Bo-bo, a great lubberly boy, who being fond of playing with fire, as...
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Page 51 - I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a; prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
Page 274 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Page 15 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...