The Hyacinth, Or, Affection's GiftHenry F. Anners, 1850 - Gift books |
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... prison . I never feared anything but guilt : injustice and death I despise . " At length she reached her prison , where she was MADAME ROLAND . 27.
... prison . I never feared anything but guilt : injustice and death I despise . " At length she reached her prison , where she was MADAME ROLAND . 27.
Page 28
... prison , Madame Roland had written a letter to the Convention , complaining of the ill - treatment she had met with , and demanding justice . Her cruel enemies seemed to think she was in the right , and ordered her to be set at liberty ...
... prison , Madame Roland had written a letter to the Convention , complaining of the ill - treatment she had met with , and demanding justice . Her cruel enemies seemed to think she was in the right , and ordered her to be set at liberty ...
Page 30
... prison than I am ordered to another . However , I am deter- mined to put myself under the protection of the section to which I belong , and I will beg you to send thither for me . " Paris was at this time divided into sections , or ...
... prison than I am ordered to another . However , I am deter- mined to put myself under the protection of the section to which I belong , and I will beg you to send thither for me . " Paris was at this time divided into sections , or ...
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... prison- base , is remaining ; Nature having given place to Mr. Macadam , and buttercups to paving- stones . The village church , too , whose walls , I remember , were arrayed in a venerable gar- ment of lichen , has been pulled down ...
... prison- base , is remaining ; Nature having given place to Mr. Macadam , and buttercups to paving- stones . The village church , too , whose walls , I remember , were arrayed in a venerable gar- ment of lichen , has been pulled down ...
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... prison , too : alas ! the only prison of which I wot in the village was the parish pound . My schoolmistress - I beg pardon for using so obsolete a word , governess I should have said - was rather an ancient dame . Now , there was ...
... prison , too : alas ! the only prison of which I wot in the village was the parish pound . My schoolmistress - I beg pardon for using so obsolete a word , governess I should have said - was rather an ancient dame . Now , there was ...
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Page 42 - And these had the weather in their favour ; for it is an ill wind that blows no one any good ; and the rain that rains on the just and unjust seems to have a preference for the latter.
Page 32 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 97 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise, Nor vice...
Page 215 - I drank nothing but water. The other workmen, to the number of about fifty, were great drinkers of beer. I carried occasionally a large form of letters in each hand, up and down stairs, while the rest employed both hands to carry one. They were surprised to see, by this and many other examples, that the' American aquatic,' as they used to call me, was stronger than those who drank porter.
Page 216 - My example prevailed with several of them to renounce their abominable practice of bread and cheese with beer ; and they procured, like me, from a neighbouring house, a good basin of warm gruel, in which was a small slice of butter, with toasted bread and nutmeg. This was a much better breakfast, which did not cost more than a pint of beer, namely, three halfpence, and at the same time preserved the head clearer.
Page 196 - I NEVER cast a flower away, The gift of one who cared for me — A little flower — a faded flower — But it was done reluctantly. I never looked a last adieu To things familiar, but my heart Shrank with a feeling almost pain, Even from their lifelessness to part. I never spoke the word
Page 199 - The main stems of these leaves are from eight to twelve feet long, firm, shining and tapering, and each embraces, at its insertion, a considerable part of the trunk. The trunk of the palm is, in fact, made up of the remains of leaves, the ends of which are prominent just under the crown, but more obliterated towards the root of the tree.
Page 170 - When the dinner-hour arrived, the father and son prepared to leave the place, the former inquiring by the way, whether his son had observed any one looking hard at him as he passed along. " That I did," answered the lad, " but only one, and he laughed as he went past us. I do not know his name, but he is strongly marked with the small-pox, and lives somewhere near the Frati Minori."
Page 96 - Tis only when the dust is thrown Thy lifeless bosom o'er, We muse upon thy kindness shown — And wish we'd loved thee more ! u — 2 Tis only when thy lips are cold, We mourn with late regret, 'Mid myriad memories of old, The days for ever set ! And not an act...
Page 176 - ... called the Strid, from a feat often exercised by persons of more agility than prudence, who stride from brink to brink, regardless of the destruction which awaits a faltering step. Such...