Stood high Philosophy, less friend than foe:。，Said Grandfather Bridgeman, 'and down go my wickets!--not happy!
But French, and a General, surely he was, and, God bless him! thro'。，Tom properly stated his praises in facts, but the lady preferred
The voice of the farmer opened. '"Three cheers, and off with your。，That little screwy fiddler from his booth,
Now seems the language heard of Love as rain。，Meantime, from the morning table removing the stout breakfast cheer,
prepared."。，Went at them. 'Twas first like a blanket: and then a long plunge
Look we for any kinship with the stars.。，No state is enviable. To the luck alone
。，Shoot gaily o'er the dishes and the wine.
The old man turned his tongue to ironical utterance deep:。，She heard one little child crying, 'Dear brave Cousin Tom!' as it
Leads Life to an intelligible Lord。，Upon their marriage-tomb, the sword between;
Of righteous feeling made her pitiful.。，
named,'。，Joined slackly, we beheld the red chasm grow
I claim a phantom-woman in the Past.。，
I know the devil has sufficient weight。，VI
Propels; but I am helmsman. Am I wrecked,。，
A world of household matters filled her mind,。，No state is enviable. To the luck alone
，had done.。，the reply.