...home in triumph, with peals sweeter and bolder than those of Lincoln and Petersborough steeple-house ? Did not the very lapwing, as she tumbled, softly wailing,...to welcome the wanderer home, in the name of heaven ? .... Poetry in those old Puritans ? Why not ? They were men of like passions with ourselves. They...

...home in triumph with peals sweeter and bolder than those of Lincoln or Peterborough steeple-house ? Did not the very lapwing, as she tumbled softly wailing...eye grow dim, like any other girl's, as she saw far ofl' the red coat, like a sliding spark of fire, coming slowly along the strait fen-bank, and fled...

...home in triumph with peals sweeter and bolder than those of Lincoln or Peterborough steeple-house ? Did not the very lapwing, as she tumbled softly wailing...her eye grow dim, like any other girl's, as she saw fur off the red coat, like a sliding spark of fire, coming slowly along the strait fen-bank, and fled...

...home in triumph, with peals sweeter and bolder than those of Lincoln or Peterborough steeple-houee? Did not the very lapwing, as she tumbled softly wailing...too, though she was a Puritan, yet did not her cheek Hush, her eye grow dim, like any other girl's, as she saw far oft' the redcoat, like a sliding spark...

...home in triumph with peals sweeter and bolder than those of Lincoln or Peterborough steeple-house 1 Did not the very lapwing, as she tumbled softly wailing...to welcome the wanderer home in the name of Heaven 1 " Fair Patience, too, though she was a Puritan, yet did not her cheek flush, her eye grow dim, like...

...home in trijmph, with peals sweeter and bolder than those of Lincoln or Peterborough steeple-house ? Did not the very lapwing, as she tumbled softly wailing,...like a sliding spark of fire, coming slowly along the straight fen-bank, and fled up stairs into her chamber to pray, half that it might be, half that it...

...home in triumph, with peals sweeter and bolder than those of Lincoln or Peterborough steeple-house ? Did not the very lapwing, as she tumbled softly wailing,...like a sliding spark of fire, coming slowly along the straight fen-bank, and fled up stairs into her chamber to pray, half that it might be, half that it...

...Lincoln or Peter1 Abele, the white poplar. * Paean, a song of triumph. V. & VI. T borough steeple-house ? Did not the very lapwing, as she tumbled softly wailing...to welcome the wanderer home in the name of heaven ? 7. Was there no happy storm of human tears and human laughter when he entered the courtyard gate...

...Peterborough steeple-house ? Did not the very lapwing, as she tumbled, softly wailing, before him, as she did years ago, seem to welcome the wanderer home in the name of Heaven And was there no pattering of their voices, no light in their eyes, no trembling pressure of their...

...home in triumph, with peals sweeter and bolder than those of Lincoln or Peterborough steeple-house ? Did not the very lapwing, as she tumbled softly wailing,...coming slowly along the strait fen-bank, and fled upstairs into her chamber to pray, half that it might be, half that it might not be he ? Was there...