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... dead , that the other had left the place , and she could find no trace to his present abode . Hungry , cold , and broken - hearted , she wandered through the streets , resolved to sin no more . Poor girl ! is there no one to pity thee ...
... dead , that the other had left the place , and she could find no trace to his present abode . Hungry , cold , and broken - hearted , she wandered through the streets , resolved to sin no more . Poor girl ! is there no one to pity thee ...
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... dead . Her heart sank chill within her ; hope died in her bosom . She would not , could not , think of casting one single shade of gloom over the mind of the young wife , whose countenance beamed with confidence and love . It is ...
... dead . Her heart sank chill within her ; hope died in her bosom . She would not , could not , think of casting one single shade of gloom over the mind of the young wife , whose countenance beamed with confidence and love . It is ...
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... dead ! ' Upon the harp he stoop'd his head , And busied himself the strings withal , To hide the tear , that fain would fall . In solemn measure , soft and slow , Arose a father's notes of woe . " Scott's " Lay of the Last Minstrel ...
... dead ! ' Upon the harp he stoop'd his head , And busied himself the strings withal , To hide the tear , that fain would fall . In solemn measure , soft and slow , Arose a father's notes of woe . " Scott's " Lay of the Last Minstrel ...
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... dead and buried only a few days . The first passion of grief had subsided ; the friends , who had tended her in her illness and on her death - bed , and remained with him till the last sad rites were over , and some of them even ...
... dead and buried only a few days . The first passion of grief had subsided ; the friends , who had tended her in her illness and on her death - bed , and remained with him till the last sad rites were over , and some of them even ...
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... the bowed - down head of her parent . Yes , it was her parent ; the father had found his long - lost child , she over whom he had mourned , more than over those who were dead . One of the Sisters ( une des bonnes 22 THE OUTCAST .
... the bowed - down head of her parent . Yes , it was her parent ; the father had found his long - lost child , she over whom he had mourned , more than over those who were dead . One of the Sisters ( une des bonnes 22 THE OUTCAST .
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Page 42 - I HEARD a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, From henceforth blessed are the dead which die in the Lord : even so saith the Spirit ; for they rest from their labours.
Page 157 - O my brother! my brother! why hast thou slain my Salgar? why, O Salgar! hast thou slain my brother? Dear were ye both to me! what shall I say in your praise? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands! he was terrible in fight. Speak to me; hear my voice; hear me, sons of my love!
Page 157 - Rise, moon! from behind thy clouds. Stars of the night, arise! Lead me, some light, to the place where my love rests from the chase alone! his bow near him, unstrung: his dogs panting around him. But here I must sit alone, by the rock of the mossy stream. The stream and the wind roar aloud. I hear not the voice of my love!
Page 157 - It is night; I am alone, forlorn on the hill of storms. The wind is heard in the mountain. The torrent pours down the rock. No hut receives me from the rain; forlorn on the hill of winds ! Rise, moon!
Page 185 - Thou hast no mother to mourn thee, no maid with her tears of love. Dead is she that brought thee forth. Fallen is the daughter of Morglan. "Who on his staff is this? Who is this whose head is white with age, whose eyes are red with tears, who quakes at every step?
Page 157 - O wind! stream, be thou silent a while! let my voice be heard around. Let my wanderer hear me! Salgar! it is Colma who calls. Here is the tree and the rock. Salgar, my love! I am here. Why delayest thou thy coming?
Page 187 - Before morning appeared her voice was weak. It died away, like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks. Spent with grief, she expired; and left thee, Armin, alone. Gone is my strength in war! fallen my pride among women! When the storms aloft arise; when the north lifts the wave on high; I sit by the sounding shore, and look on the fatal rock. Often by the setting moon, I see the ghosts of my children. Halfviewless, they walk in mournful conference together.
Page 192 - I do not hesitate for a moment to say, that the scenery in passing from Clifden to the Killeries and Leenane is the finest in Ireland. In boldness of character, nothing at Killarney comes at all near to it ; and although the deficiency of wood excludes the possibility of a competition with Killarney in picturesque beauty, I am certainly of opinion, that the scenery of this part of...
Page 186 - All night I stood on the shore. I saw her by the faint beam of the moon. All night I heard her cries. Loud was the wind; the rain beat hard on the hill. Before morning appeared, her voice was weak. It died away, like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks.
Page 157 - Who lie on the heath beside me? Are they my love and my brother? Speak to me, O my friends! To Colma they give no reply. Speak to me: I am alone! My soul is tormented with fears! Ah! they are dead! Their swords are red from the fight.