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Page 568 - ck, he has regain'd his place, Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face. "By heaven," said Francis, "rightly done !
Page 645 - infancy ! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flow», He sees it in his joy ; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length
Page 741 - some lone bird, at day's departing hour, Sings in the