The English Fireside: A Tale of the Past, Svazek 3Saunders and Otley, 1844 |
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Strana 3
... vicar , and talked of his goodness and the care he bestowed upon all and each . But there was no such discussion to - day . An all - engrossing object seemed to occupy the thought and to tie every tongue with silence . " An ' well ...
... vicar , and talked of his goodness and the care he bestowed upon all and each . But there was no such discussion to - day . An all - engrossing object seemed to occupy the thought and to tie every tongue with silence . " An ' well ...
Strana 4
... vicar bears it stoutly ? " asked the old man . " The blessings of heaven be showered upon his head ! " rejoined she . " He tries to look stout of heart ; but the care within will out . Yes , yes , " continued she , " the care will out ...
... vicar bears it stoutly ? " asked the old man . " The blessings of heaven be showered upon his head ! " rejoined she . " He tries to look stout of heart ; but the care within will out . Yes , yes , " continued she , " the care will out ...
Strana 5
... vicar him- self , and after a little while I was asked- as I always have been - into the parlour , and there was the vicar in his arm - chair , as usual , sitting at the open window . ' I've with the jar of honey , come , sir , " said I ...
... vicar him- self , and after a little while I was asked- as I always have been - into the parlour , and there was the vicar in his arm - chair , as usual , sitting at the open window . ' I've with the jar of honey , come , sir , " said I ...
Strana 6
... ? " observed the old man . 66 No , " returned she . " I saw nobody but the vicar . But I asked after the dear good young lady , and they told me she was in no very hearty state . Poor Miss Grace ! you 6 THE ENGLISH FIRESIDE .
... ? " observed the old man . 66 No , " returned she . " I saw nobody but the vicar . But I asked after the dear good young lady , and they told me she was in no very hearty state . Poor Miss Grace ! you 6 THE ENGLISH FIRESIDE .
Strana 7
... vicar will be hale enough to go through his preaching to - day ? " asked the old man . " With God's help he will ! " replied the dame . “ But I fear me it will be a trial of his strength . " " Let me see , " said he , closing his eyes ...
... vicar will be hale enough to go through his preaching to - day ? " asked the old man . " With God's help he will ! " replied the dame . “ But I fear me it will be a trial of his strength . " " Let me see , " said he , closing his eyes ...
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added Blanch added Carew added the squire aide-de-camp asked Bamfield Carew butler catch a thief chair Charles child continued dear dear boy Edward Sinclair ejaculated endeavour exclaimed eyes father fear feel gamekeeper gaoler gipsies Grace grandad ground hand hangman head heard heart hope interrupted the squire keeper laugh lips listen look Macrone matter Merton Park Ned Swiftfoot never niece observed old lady perhaps poor prisoner PULTENEY STREET rejoined aunt Deborah rejoined Carew rejoined his majesty rejoined Mr Fulton rejoined the king rejoined the squire remarked repeated replied aunt Deborah replied Blanch replied Carew replied Mr Fulton replied Mr Smutt replied Soaking Bob replied the old replied the squire replied Tom Brainshaw returned Blanch returned Carew returned Mr Fulton returned the squire scarcely silence smiling sound Squire Merton stop Swiftfoot There's Thomas Smutt thought tone turned vicar voice whispered wish wisitor words
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Strana 200 - Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
Strana 69 - I AM the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me, shall never die.
Strana 52 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide.
Strana 180 - Murder? Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is ; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Strana 110 - Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep. A breath thou art (Servile to all the skyey influences) That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Strana 215 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Strana 243 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Strana 14 - Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods ? Draw near them then in being merciful : Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge, Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son.