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"Very tall and bony," I answered. "Ah! sax feet, and more? and a yard across? but a was starved, a was a' thin, though, maybe, when yow sawn un? and beautiful fine hair, hadn't a, like a lass's?" "The man I knew had red hair," quoth I. "Ow, ay, an' that it wor, red as a rising sun, and the curls of un like gowlden guineas! And thou knew'st Billy Porter! To think o' that, noo."
Thou never knew'st what 'tis to reverence a parent." "And is not thy mother mine?" answered a voice that was deeply melancholy, and yet so soft that it caused the young man to gaze intently at his companion, for a moment, ere he again spoke. "True, true," he said hurriedly.
At the end of my month's study I was convinced that the dove is far from being a silent bird; on the contrary, he is quite a talker, with the "low, sweet voice" so much desired in other quarters. Up! If thou knew'st who calls To twilight parks of beach and pine High o'er the river intervals, Above the plowman's highest line, Over the owner's farthest walls!
Surely this girl must have sat by the shore and waited for her absent lover, or how could she sing with such feeling? Say, my love, why didst thou tarry Far over the deep sea? Knew'st thou not my heart was weary, Heard'st thou not how I sighed for thee! Did no light wind bear my wild despair Far over the deep sea? He could imagine that beautiful face grown pale and wild with anguish.
Robin stooped to examine the distorted features of the dead, smeared as they were by the warm blood that issued from more than one mortal wound. "He was one of thy party but three hours past," continued the stranger, speaking with energy and rapidity, "and thou knew'st him; heard I not his words beneath the oak?
Doct. Scar. Ay, Sir, did you not go out of Town last night, to your Brother the Advocate? Doct. Thou Villain, thou question'st me, as if thou knew'st not that I was return'd. Scar. I know, Sir! how shou'd I know? I'm sure I am but just awakened from the sweetest Dream. Doct. You dream still, Sirrah, but I shall wake your Rogueship.
It is the girl by the rose-bush which I, as a child, gave to Sara! Sara lives! see, here has she written!" The back of the picture seemed to have been scrawled over by a child's hand; but in one vacant spot stood these words, in Sara's own remarkably beautiful handwriting: No rose on Sara's grave! Oh Petrea! if thou knew'st
I know not how to put together. And prithee be not thou a Ridler too: But if thou knew'st of ought that may concern me, Make me as wise as thou art. Pis. Sir, you are of so strange a jealous Humour, And I so strangely jealous of your Honour, That 'twixt us both we may make work enough; But on my Soul I know no wrong you have. Alcip.
She is asleep now, and your mother is watching her. I wanted to tell you all myself. Would you like to see your mother?" "No!" said he. "I would rather see none but thee. Mother told me thou knew'st all." His eyes were downcast in their shame. But the holy and pure did not lower or veil her eyes. She said, "Yes, I know all all but her sufferings. Think what they must have been!"
Our narrative returns to the Court of King Charles at Whitehall. But oh! What shall I say to thee, Lord Scroop; thou cruel, Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman creature! Thou that didst bear the key of all my counsels, That knew'st the very bottom of my soul, That almost mightst have coined me into gold, Wouldst thou have practised on me for thy use?
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