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SOLDIER. Fly, queen! you will be taken by surprise. Armed soldiers are advancing tow'rds the tower. Then fight, ye cowards! LA HIRE with soldiers. At his entrance the people of the QUEEN lay down their arms. Queen, submit yourself Your knights have yielded to resist is vain! Accept my proffered services. Command Where you would be conducted.
'I doen't know, said Mr. Peggotty, 'for sure, when her 'art begun to fail her; but all the way to England she had thowt to come to her dear home. Soon as she got to England she turned her face tow'rds it.
"So, with that, it wos no sooner said nor done, they pulled away, and got close into shore in less than no time, and run the boat up in a little creek, and a beautiful creek it was, with a lovely white sthrand, an illegant place for ladies to bathe in the summer; and out I got, and it's stiff enough in the limbs I was, afther bein' cramped up in the boat, and perished with the cowld and hunger, but I conthrived to scramble on, one way or t' other, tow'rds a little bit iv a wood that was close to the shore, and the smoke curlin' out iv it, quite timptin' like.
... Her lowly plight Immovable, till peace obtain'd from fault Acknowledg'd and deplor'd, in Adam wrought Commiseration; soon his heart relented Tow'rds her, his life so late and sole delight, Now at his feet submissive in distress! Creature so fair his reconcilement seeking, At once disarm'd, his anger all he lost.
In the end I had to yield, and, as if in mockery, I repeated to her a charming little poem by Louis Bouilhet, of which the following are the last verses: "I hate the poet who with tearful eye Murmurs some name while gazing tow'rds a star, Who sees no magic in the earth or sky, Unless Lizette or Ninon be not far.
Howiver, if thee wouldstna be easy, Alick can stay at home i' the forepart o' the day, and Tim can come back tow'rds five o'clock, and let Alick have his turn. They may let Growler loose if anybody offers to do mischief, and there's Alick's dog too, ready enough to set his tooth in a tramp if Alick gives him a wink." Mrs.
In the end I had to yield, and, as if in mockery, I repeated to her a charming little poem by Louis Bouilhet, of which the following are the last verses: "I hate the poet who with tearful eye Murmurs some name while gazing tow'rds a star, Who sees no magic in the earth or sky, Unless Lizette or Ninon be not far.
Tow'rds us they taught the new-born stream to flow, Tow'rds us it crept, irresolute and slow; Scarce had the infant current crickled by, When lo! a wondrous fleet attracts our eye; Laden with draughts might greet a monarch's tongue, The mimic navigation swam along.
'When tow'rds the orient heav'n my gaze I bend, The western sun shines warm upon my back; Whilst, when I turn me to the beauteous west, The golden glory strikes upon mine eyeballs. Oh, sacred land! where nature thus displays Such mighty marvels to the sight of men, All adoration, quite compact of love.
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