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... meet again . " Just as he left him , a tall and graceful lady came up , and asked the Baron hastily , " Whom were you talking with just now ? Who was it that said , ' Farewell , till we meet again ? ' " The Baron started up and gazed on ...
... meet again . " Just as he left him , a tall and graceful lady came up , and asked the Baron hastily , " Whom were you talking with just now ? Who was it that said , ' Farewell , till we meet again ? ' " The Baron started up and gazed on ...
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... meet me . She promised it , smiling through her tears , as if she felt little hope of it . ' Fare- well , then , till we meet again ! ' I said , as I clapsed her in my arms , and put a small plain ring on her finger ; fare- well — think ...
... meet me . She promised it , smiling through her tears , as if she felt little hope of it . ' Fare- well , then , till we meet again ! ' I said , as I clapsed her in my arms , and put a small plain ring on her finger ; fare- well — think ...
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... meet again , ' I thought I knew the tone , but I laughed at myself for my folly . But the moment you named the Pont - des - Arts , I saw that your face bright- ened , and I felt that it was you . That you did not re- cognise me is not ...
... meet again , ' I thought I knew the tone , but I laughed at myself for my folly . But the moment you named the Pont - des - Arts , I saw that your face bright- ened , and I felt that it was you . That you did not re- cognise me is not ...
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... meet him at dinner last Sunday at Jones's , but he didn't come . Such a disappointment to us ! However , I shall meet him on Thursday at the Tims's , if he should but keep his promise , and then- " " But , uncle , " said Mrs. Bagshaw ...
... meet him at dinner last Sunday at Jones's , but he didn't come . Such a disappointment to us ! However , I shall meet him on Thursday at the Tims's , if he should but keep his promise , and then- " " But , uncle , " said Mrs. Bagshaw ...
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... meet Leslie , the next morning , without trepidation . He had made the disclosure . " And how did she bear it ? " " Like an angel ! It seemed rather to be a relief to her mrind , for she threw her arms round my neck , and asked if this ...
... meet Leslie , the next morning , without trepidation . He had made the disclosure . " And how did she bear it ? " " Like an angel ! It seemed rather to be a relief to her mrind , for she threw her arms round my neck , and asked if this ...
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Page 312 - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Page 347 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Page 312 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 314 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Page 313 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labor free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 313 - While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round ; And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired...
Page 314 - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry fagot from the thorn, , To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain...
Page 346 - It were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me : In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Page 313 - SWEET AUBURN! loveliest village of the plain; Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Page 314 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.