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lapwings, Plovers, turnip | |
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Plovers, Bulfinch, Twas | |
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Bulfinch, finch, Rector | |
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sausage, ulster, twas | |
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However, Bridgeworth, Walter laughed | |
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Crediton, Farmer Hutchins, Lychford |
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Jack-o'-lantern, Crediton, threepence | |
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Ripley, Hutchins, loafers | |
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buttered cake, big boys, Bridgeworth | |
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willow, Off he set, Lord Ellerslie | |
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Milbank, Lord Ellerslie, skin nailed | |
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Milbank, Vicarage, head-gardener | |
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Awmouth, South Lychford, sprats | |
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nursery garden, Israel, Psalm | |
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Toddiana, Begonia, offertory | |
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torque, Miss de Vaux, Melton | |
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Miss de Vaux, Awmouth, Sebertstone | |
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sausage, Amy and Jem, chil | |
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Whin Common, Balminster, Bessy Bulfinch | |
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Lord de Vaux, torque, Florence | |
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Whin Common, Melton, Waifs and Strays |
Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, " 'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, " Who fell in the great victory. - Page 95
And well may the children weep before you ! They are weary ere they run ; They have never seen the sunshine, nor the glory Which is brighter than the sun. They know the grief of man, without... - Page 139
The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil : yea, it is even He That shall keep thy soul. The Lord shall preserve thy going out, and thy coming in : from this time forth for evermore. - Page 125
Sion's hill I lift my eyes, From thence expecting aid ; From Sion's hill and Sion's GOD, Who heaven and earth has made. 2 He will not let thy foot be moved, Thy guardian will not sleep ; Behold, the GOD who slumbers not Will favor'd Israel keep. 3 Shelter'd beneath th' ALMIGHTY'S wings, Thou shalt securely rest, Where neither sun nor moon shall thee By day or night molest. - Page 126
Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying; Eleu loro There shall he be lying. - Page 69
Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses! - Page 130
Sometimes a horse I'll be, sometimes a hound, A hog, a headless bear, sometimes a fire; And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. - Page 88
... curse to every virtue he continues harping on in the same strain until he is cut short. Be sure you salute him at once with ' My active fellow, take you this spade and get your own bread with it honestly, and don't filch from others. - Page 185
Mab the junkets eat. She was pinched and pulled, she said, And he, by Friar's lantern led... - Page 64
The Treasures in the Marshesby Charlotte Mary Yonge, W S Stacey - 1893 - 173 pagesReproduction of original in the Bodleian Library. No preview available - About this book -
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