The Argosy, Volumen6Mrs. Henry Wood, Charles William Wood Strahan & Company, 1868 A magazine of tales, travels, essays, and poems. |
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... Haredale . IV . Links in a Chain V. Karl Weber VI . In the Twilight VII . The Night at the Opera VIII . The Next Day IX . Thrown Away X. Last Moments XI . Coming Home XII . At the Grave Charlotte Morel . By Julia Kavanagh Coming Home ...
... Haredale . IV . Links in a Chain V. Karl Weber VI . In the Twilight VII . The Night at the Opera VIII . The Next Day IX . Thrown Away X. Last Moments XI . Coming Home XII . At the Grave Charlotte Morel . By Julia Kavanagh Coming Home ...
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... HAREDALE . Na western county of England famous for the beauty of its scenery and its broad , winding river , is situated the seat of the Earl of Haredale . The mansion , built upon rising ground , is surrounded by broad lands and by ...
... HAREDALE . Na western county of England famous for the beauty of its scenery and its broad , winding river , is situated the seat of the Earl of Haredale . The mansion , built upon rising ground , is surrounded by broad lands and by ...
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... Haredale was a pale , gentle - looking woman , with a low , broad forehead . The earl , in his younger days , had fallen in love with her beauty , and married her , though she had been beneath him in rank . She was much loved by all ...
... Haredale was a pale , gentle - looking woman , with a low , broad forehead . The earl , in his younger days , had fallen in love with her beauty , and married her , though she had been beneath him in rank . She was much loved by all ...
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... years in our own . And yet , although Lady Haredale never spoke of this great sorrow , it was constantly with her . There ARGOSY was always present and sometimes strangely clear , a THE ARGOSY . " Sept. 1 , 1868 . 295 Buried Alone .
... years in our own . And yet , although Lady Haredale never spoke of this great sorrow , it was constantly with her . There ARGOSY was always present and sometimes strangely clear , a THE ARGOSY . " Sept. 1 , 1868 . 295 Buried Alone .
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... Haredale did not immediately reply , for the explanation satis- fied her it was one , indeed , she had anticipated . William Rayner was the eldest son of a gentleman of good property , whose estates adjoined Haredale . He , the son ...
... Haredale did not immediately reply , for the explanation satis- fied her it was one , indeed , she had anticipated . William Rayner was the eldest son of a gentleman of good property , whose estates adjoined Haredale . He , the son ...
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Página 28 - And strows her lights below, And deepens on and up ! the gates Roll back, and far within For me the Heavenly Bridegroom waits, To make me pure of sin. The sabbaths of Eternity, One sabbath deep and wide — A light upon the shining sea — The Bridegroom with his bride ! SIR GALAHAD.
Página 160 - For my heart was hot and restless, And my life was full of care, And the burden laid upon me Seemed greater than I could bear. But now it has fallen from me, It is buried in the sea; And only the sorrow of others Throws its shadow over me.
Página 57 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively.
Página 28 - As these white robes are soil'd and dark, To yonder shining ground ; As this pale taper's earthly spark, To yonder argent round ; So shows my soul before the Lamb, My spirit before Thee; So in mine earthly house I am, To that I hope to be. Break up the heavens, O Lord ! and far, Thro' all yon starlight keen, Draw me, thy bride, a glittering star, In raiment white and clean.
Página 28 - AGNES' EVE. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes...
Página 505 - ... then beware lest thou forget the LORD, which brought thee forth out of the land of Egypt, from the house of bondage.
Página 505 - And it shall be, when the LORD thy God shall have brought thee into the land which he sware unto thy fathers, to Abraham, to Isaac, and to Jacob, to give thee great and goodly cities, which thou buildedst not, and houses full of all good things, which thou filledst not, and wells digged, which thou diggedst not, vineyards and olive trees, which thou plantedst not...
Página 505 - And the LORD commanded us to do all these statutes, to fear the LORD our God, for our good always, that he might preserve us alive, as it is at this day. 25 And it shall be our righteousness, if we observe to do all these commandments before the LORD our God, as he hath commanded us.
Página 27 - In diesen Arm! Ach an deinem Busen Lieg' ich, schmachte, Und deine Blumen, dein Gras Drängen sich an mein Herz. Du kühlst den brennenden Durst meines Busens, Lieblicher Morgenwind! Ruft drein die Nachtigall Liebend nach mir aus dem Nebeltal.
Página 28 - EVE. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon: My breath to heaven like vapour goes: May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes are soil'd and dark, To yonder shining ground; As this pale taper's earthly spark, To yonder argent round...