Three Vassar girls in England: A holiday excursion of three college girls through the mother country

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Estes and Lauriat, 1883 - Biography & Autobiography - 226 pages
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Page 68 - The furious German comes, with his clarions and his drums, His bravoes of Alsatia and pages of Whitehall ; They are bursting on our flanks ! Grasp your pikes ! Close your ranks ! For Rupert never comes but to conquer or to fall. They are here — they rush on — we are broken — we are gone— Our left is borne before them like stubble on the blast. O Lord, put forth thy might ! O Lord, defend the right ! Stand back to back, in God's name ! and fight it to the last ! Stout Skippon hath a wound...
Page 209 - Why stand ye still ye virgins in amaze, Upon her so to gaze, Whiles ye forget your former lay to sing, To which the woods did answer, and your eccho ring? But if ye saw that which no eyes can see, The inward beauty of her lively spright...
Page 92 - Good friend, for Jesus' sake, forbeare To dig the dust enclosed here. Blessed be he that spares these stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
Page 127 - We have no title, I have no inclination, to murmur at the prospect. If she acquires it, she will make the acquisition by the right of the strongest; but, in this instance, the strongest means the best. She will probably become what we are now, the head servant in the great household of the world, the employer of all employed; because her service will be the most and ablest.
Page 237 - A Moment's Halt — a momentary taste Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste — And Lo! — the phantom Caravan has reached The NOTHING it set out from — Oh, make haste!
Page 131 - When I remember something which I had, But which is gone, and I must do without, I sometimes wonder how I can be glad, Even in cowslip time when hedges sprout ; It makes me sigh to think on it, — but yet My days will not be better days, should I forget.
Page 24 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves.
Page 68 - tis he, boys. Bear up another minute: brave Oliver is here. Their heads all stooping low, their points all in a row, Like a whirlwind on the trees, like a deluge on the dykes, Our cuirassiers have burst on the ranks of the Accurst, And at a shock have scattered the forest of his pikes. Fast, fast, the gallants ride, in some safe nook to hide Their coward heads, predestined to rot on Temple Bar: And he — he turns, he flies: — shame on those cruel eyes That bore to look on torture, and dare not...
Page 68 - Like a whirlwind on the trees, like a deluge on the dikes, Our cuirassiers have burst on the ranks of the Accurst, And at a shock have scattered the forest of his pikes. Fast, fast, the gallants ride, in some safe nook to hide Their coward heads, predestined to rot on Temple Bar; And he — he turns, he flies : shame on those cruel eyes That bore to...
Page 237 - Tis but a Tent where takes his one day's rest A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest; The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash Strikes, and prepares it for another Guest.

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