The Loyalty of Elizabeth Bess

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Macmillan, 1918 - 243 من الصفحات
 

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الصفحة 121 - The tear, down Childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dew-drop on the rose ; When next the summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush, the flower is dry.
الصفحة 30 - A MOTHER came when stars were paling, Wailing round a lonely spring ; Thus she cried, while tears were falling, Calling on the Fairy King : " Why, with spells my child caressing, Courting him with fairy joy, Why destroy a mother's blessing, — Wherefore steal my baby boy ?
الصفحة 31 - ... day. There I wander, growing fonder Of the child that made my joy ; On the echoes wildly calling, To restore my fairy boy. " But in vain my plaintive calling, Tears are falling all in vain ; He now sports with fairy pleasure, He's the treasure of their train. Fare thee well, my child, for ever, In this world I've lost my joy ; But in the next we ne'er shall sever, There I'll find my angel boy !
الصفحة 29 - Rip-rap, tip-tap, Tick-tack-too ! (A grasshopper on my cap \ Away the moth flew !) Buskins for a fairy prince, Brogues for his son, — Pay me well, pay me well, When the job is done ! " The rogue was mine, beyond a doubt. I stared at him ; he stared at me ; " Servant, Sir ! " " Humph ! " says he, And pull'da snuff-box out.
الصفحة 141 - it has always been a matter of regret to me that I never quite succeeded in cutting a man in two.
الصفحة 89 - Then what is the use of repining ? — For where there's a will there's a way ; And to-morrow the sun may be shining Although it is cloudy to-day.
الصفحة 78 - Go west and grow up with the country.
الصفحة 31 - Thus she cried, while tears were falling, Calling on the Fairy King: 'Why, with spells my child caressing, Courting him with fairy joy. Why destroy a mother's blessing, Wherefore steal my baby boy? O'er the mountain, thro' the wild wood, Where his childhood loved to play, Where the flow'rs are freshly springing, There I wander day by day; There I wander, growing fonder Of the child that made my joy, On the echoes wildly calling To restore my fairy boy.

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