Rob of the Bowl: A Legend of St. Inigoe's

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J. B. Lippincott & Company, 1860 - Maryland - 432 pages

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Page 7 - Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mouldering wall; And trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's hand, Far, far away, thy children leave the land.
Page 156 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 353 - Tobacco's a Musician, And in a pipe delighteth ; It descends in a close, Through the organs of the nose, With a relish that inviteth.
Page 156 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
Page 393 - She turned her right and round about, And she swore by the mold, " I would not be your love," said she, " For that church full of gold.
Page 264 - A Ranger, Lady, winds his horn, And 'tis at peep of light; His blast is heard at merry morn, And mine at dead of night.
Page 375 - It is our op'ning day. Nor board nor garner own we now, Nor roof nor latched door, Nor kind mate, bound by holy vow To bless a good man's store...
Page 135 - Bell my wife she loves not strife, Yet she will lead me if she can ; And oft, to live a quiet life...
Page 63 - She cast her weeds away, And to the palmy shore she hied, All in her best array. In sea-green silk so neatly clad, She there impatient stood ; The crew with wonder saw the lad Repel the foaming flood.
Page 70 - Which seemly was to see; A hood to that so neat and fine, In colour like the columbine, Ywrought full featously.

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