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... death has snatched away a relative - when those we love best have become cold in their friendship , perhaps forsaken us altogether ? There are few who cannot recal some period in their lives when the world appeared to them a dreary void ...
... death has snatched away a relative - when those we love best have become cold in their friendship , perhaps forsaken us altogether ? There are few who cannot recal some period in their lives when the world appeared to them a dreary void ...
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... death stares her in the face . Who can bear unmoved the presence of the King of Terrors ? Surely not she , whose conscience reproaches her with guilt ; not she , who dares not brave the censures of the world . Warriors are immortalized ...
... death stares her in the face . Who can bear unmoved the presence of the King of Terrors ? Surely not she , whose conscience reproaches her with guilt ; not she , who dares not brave the censures of the world . Warriors are immortalized ...
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... death - bed , and remained with him till the last sad rites were over , and some of them even afterwards , to soothe and console him , had all departed to their several homes , and the bereaved husband felt himself for the first time ...
... death - bed , and remained with him till the last sad rites were over , and some of them even afterwards , to soothe and console him , had all departed to their several homes , and the bereaved husband felt himself for the first time ...
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... death - bed , been her last fond wish , the last link of her earthly love ? But she had died happy , confident that the God who had bid her " ask , that she might receive , " would bring her erring child once more to His fold . The old ...
... death - bed , been her last fond wish , the last link of her earthly love ? But she had died happy , confident that the God who had bid her " ask , that she might receive , " would bring her erring child once more to His fold . The old ...
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... death and misfortunes of various kinds , the agonized heart found comfort in gazing on the " cross . " In scenes of joy and festivity , when the buoyancy of youthful spirits and the excitement of the moment would have hurried on the ...
... death and misfortunes of various kinds , the agonized heart found comfort in gazing on the " cross . " In scenes of joy and festivity , when the buoyancy of youthful spirits and the excitement of the moment would have hurried on the ...
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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.