The Puppet-show, Zväzky 1–2

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1848

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Strana 51 - ... such person shall be drawn on a hurdle to the place of execution, and be there hanged by the neck until...
Strana 132 - LADY Clara Vere de Vere, Of me you shall not win renown : You thought to break a country heart For pastime, ere you went to town. At me you smiled, but unbeguiled I saw the snare, and I retired : The daughter of a hundred Earls, You are not one to be desired. Lady Clara Vere de Vere, I know you proud to bear your name, Your pride is yet no mate for mine, Too proud to care from whence I came. Nor would I break for your sweet sake A heart that doats on truer charms.
Strana 127 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.
Strana 135 - We want no aid of barricade To show a front to wrong; We have a citadel in truth, More durable and strong. Calm words, great thoughts, unflinching faith, Have never striv'n in vain; They've won our battles many a time, And so they shall again.
Strana 140 - Yes, yes, if you reckon, we reckon ; if you pay your debts, we pay ours ; if you fly, we conquer, and are content.
Strana 117 - These testimonies of a confidence so honourable are due, I am aware, much more to the name which I bear than to myself, who have as yet done nothing for my country ; — but the more the memory of the Emperor protects me, and inspires your suffrages, the more I feel myself called upon to make known...
Strana 140 - I took a single captive, and having first shut him up in his dungeon, I then looked through the twilight of his grated door to take his picture.
Strana 135 - WE want no flag, no flaunting rag, For LIBERTY to fight; We want no blaze of murderous guns, To struggle for the right. Our spears and swords are printed words, The mind our battle-plain; We've won such victories before, And so we shall again.
Strana 159 - I'd seek, And calm and truthful words I'd speak, To save them from Despair. I'd fly, I'd fly o'er the crowded town, And drop, like the happy sunlight, down Into the hearts of suffering men, And teach them to rejoice again.
Strana 140 - I saw him pale and feverish: in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood — he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time — nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice. His children ! But here my heart began to bleed, and I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait.

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