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... Birmingham and Leices- ter gaols sufficiently prove . Birmingham is a model prison , under the governorship of a retired naval officer , Lieutenant Austin , who succeeded Captain Maconochie in his charge some two years ago . The ...
... Birmingham and Leices- ter gaols sufficiently prove . Birmingham is a model prison , under the governorship of a retired naval officer , Lieutenant Austin , who succeeded Captain Maconochie in his charge some two years ago . The ...
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... Birmingham , are now doing , the moral and religious aspect of England would immediately be improved , and the foundations of genuine national prosperity and happiness would be greatly strengthened . It is lamentable to reflect , that ...
... Birmingham , are now doing , the moral and religious aspect of England would immediately be improved , and the foundations of genuine national prosperity and happiness would be greatly strengthened . It is lamentable to reflect , that ...
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... Birmingham .- " A Tribute to the Brave , " by M. K. This song is written in memory of the wreck of the Birkenhead , and is no unworthy offering to the shades of the officers and crew who acted so nobly on the fatal occasions . The words ...
... Birmingham .- " A Tribute to the Brave , " by M. K. This song is written in memory of the wreck of the Birkenhead , and is no unworthy offering to the shades of the officers and crew who acted so nobly on the fatal occasions . The words ...
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... BIRMINGHAM , CHAPTER 1 . ON , on he trudged , weary and footsore on that bright Sunday morning , through streets where the din and traffic of the shop was hushed , past factories whose grim lank chimneys sent up no smoke to hide blue ...
... BIRMINGHAM , CHAPTER 1 . ON , on he trudged , weary and footsore on that bright Sunday morning , through streets where the din and traffic of the shop was hushed , past factories whose grim lank chimneys sent up no smoke to hide blue ...
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... Birmingham had raised this glorious structure in the space of two short years . Well might they be proud of it , for it was all their own . The very bricks that composed it they had fashioned from the clay dug from the foundation . A ...
... Birmingham had raised this glorious structure in the space of two short years . Well might they be proud of it , for it was all their own . The very bricks that composed it they had fashioned from the clay dug from the foundation . A ...
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Стр. 177 - What is that, Mother ? The swan, my love ! He is floating down, from his native grove ; No loved one, now, no nestling, nigh, He is floating down, by himself, to die; Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song, is the last, he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swanlike and sweet, it may waft thee home!
Стр. 257 - INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night ; Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow ; Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day ; Ever in...
Стр. 163 - The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air nests : but the son of man hath not where to lay his head.
Стр. 295 - The moon on the east oriel shone, Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou would'st have thought some fairy's hand, "Twixt poplars straight, the osier wand, In many a freakish knot, had twined ; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
Стр. 49 - He stretched some chords, and drew Music that made men's bosoms swell Fearless, or brimmed their eyes with dew. Then King Admetus, one who had Pure taste by right divine...
Стр. 177 - The swan, my love !He is floating down from his native grove ; No loved one now, no nestling nigh, He is floating down, by himself to die : Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home.
Стр. 151 - George's banner, broad and gay, Now faded, as the fading ray Less bright, and less, was flung; The evening gale had scarce the power To wave it on the donjon tower, So heavily it hung.
Стр. 177 - What is that mother ? The eagle, boy ! Proudly careering his course of joy, Firm, on his own mountain vigour relying, Breasting the dark storm, the red bolt defying ; His wing on the wind, and his eye on the sun, He swerves not a hair, but bears onward, right on. Boy, may the eagle's flight ever be thine, Onward and upward, and true to the line.
Стр. 11 - But the greatest error of all the rest is the mistaking or misplacing of the last or furthest end of knowledge. For men have entered into a desire of learning and knowledge, sometimes upon a natural curiosity and inquisitive appetite ; sometimes to entertain their minds with variety and delight ; sometimes for ornament and reputation; and sometimes to enable them to victory of wit and contradiction; and most times for lucre and profession...
Стр. 177 - What is that, mother ? The dove, my son. — And that low, sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast, Constant and pure by that lonely nest, As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick return. Ever, my son, be thou like the dove, — In friendship as faithful, as constant' in love. What is that, mother...