Bessie Wilmerton: Or, Money, and what Came of It. A NovelG. W. Carleton & Company, 1874 - Počet stran: 384 |
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Strana 37
... I replied , " for that I think your name is , is it not ? " " Yes , ma'am . Lillian Marchison For- rester . Tommy says it is such a funny name , but I like it . " + 38 NEW FACES - BITTERNESS . She was standing NEW FACES — BITTERNESS . . 37.
... I replied , " for that I think your name is , is it not ? " " Yes , ma'am . Lillian Marchison For- rester . Tommy says it is such a funny name , but I like it . " + 38 NEW FACES - BITTERNESS . She was standing NEW FACES — BITTERNESS . . 37.
Strana 38
... Tommy , don't The boy she called Tommy had been pulling at her dress for some time . I looked at him . He seemed cross and rude , and altogether un- like his sister Lillian , who was a gentle , fair child , with soft golden curls , and ...
... Tommy , don't The boy she called Tommy had been pulling at her dress for some time . I looked at him . He seemed cross and rude , and altogether un- like his sister Lillian , who was a gentle , fair child , with soft golden curls , and ...
Strana 39
... Tommy continued to pull at her dress . Looking with interest and some anxiety at the trio who were to be my pupils , I mentally measured my ability to benefit essentially these little strangers , who were to be my charge for , it might ...
... Tommy continued to pull at her dress . Looking with interest and some anxiety at the trio who were to be my pupils , I mentally measured my ability to benefit essentially these little strangers , who were to be my charge for , it might ...
Strana 65
... Tommy lean on my chair ? " Or , " Lillian went out of the room without per- mission , Miss Wilmerton . " Endless were the tiresome repetitions of similar complaints , until I discountenanced tale - bearing , by taking no notice of the ...
... Tommy lean on my chair ? " Or , " Lillian went out of the room without per- mission , Miss Wilmerton . " Endless were the tiresome repetitions of similar complaints , until I discountenanced tale - bearing , by taking no notice of the ...
Strana 67
... Tommy to lend him a quarter of a dollar , since his week's allowance was all spent . " Gone to that confounded old woman at the village , and her lame Philip , I'll bet , " said Tommy . " Beg your pardon , Miss Wilmer- ton , " he said ...
... Tommy to lend him a quarter of a dollar , since his week's allowance was all spent . " Gone to that confounded old woman at the village , and her lame Philip , I'll bet , " said Tommy . " Beg your pardon , Miss Wilmer- ton , " he said ...
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Strana 335 - And I looked, and behold a white cloud, and upon the cloud one sat like unto the Son of man, having on his head a golden crown, and in his hand a sharp sickle.
Strana 54 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Strana 7 - If thou seest the oppression of the poor, and violent perverting of judgment and justice in a province, marvel not at the matter: for he that is higher than the highest regardeth; and there be higher than they.
Strana 160 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it : Honour is a mere scutcheon/ and so ends my catechism.
Strana 160 - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on, how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Strana 64 - If to do were as easy as to know what were^ good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Strana 343 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Strana 260 - WHAT are we set on earth for ? Say, to toil ; Nor seek to leave thy tending of the vines For all the heat o' the day, till it declines, And Death's mild curfew shall from work assoil. God did anoint thee with His odorous oil, To wrestle, not to reign ; and He assigns All thy tears over, like pure crystallines, For younger fellow-workers of the soil To wear for amulets. So others shall Take patience...
Strana 325 - This earthly noise is too anear, Too loud, and will not let me hear The little harp. My death will soon Make silence.
Strana 83 - Comfort? comfort scorn'd of devils! this is truth the poet sings; That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.