The king's mail, Page 34, Volume 11863 |
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Page 164 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 217 - The beggar was so glad that he hardly knew whether he was standing on his head or on his feet.
Page 128 - looks as if she thought — ' What a little fool you are !' " " Yes," said Mr. Swinton, " she looks as though she would say — ' When you have lived as long as I have in the world, you will have done with these silly antics.' " " And yet, papa," cried Julia, " she looks as if she could not find it in her heart to be angry with her young one, let her be ever so silly. Oh dear ! we never can let Daisy go — such a merry, pretty, little creature ! — at any rate, papa, we will...
Page 38 - The sharp edge of the hill, crowned and clumped with fir-trees, cuts sharply down midst broken rock and crumbling earth, tangled and overgrown with hawthorn, sloe, and holly bushes, spreading up the steep ascent, or hanging from its side...
Page 39 - ... channel twisting through the marshy soil, until at last it flows into the Wey near Godalming.
Page 37 - AMID wild picturesque scenery, lying about, and forming as it were the centre of a triangle, the the counties of Hants, Surrey, and Sussex meet at a point, and then branch off...
Page 38 - On either side the shadowing range of hill, lie thick and frowning woods of oak, and birch, and ash, while...
Page 38 - Midhurst, the woodlands skirt along a sloping vale, rich in its pasture and varied in its beauty ; the dark...