Bessie Wilmerton: Or, Money, and what Came of It. A NovelG. W. Carleton & Company, 1874 - Počet stran: 384 |
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Strana 15
... calm mien of will- ing acceptance , she went forth to receive from the hands of the inexorable Lachesis the tasks she held for her . I beheld her with no ordi- nary emotion , knowing as I did that her father's loss of fortune was but a ...
... calm mien of will- ing acceptance , she went forth to receive from the hands of the inexorable Lachesis the tasks she held for her . I beheld her with no ordi- nary emotion , knowing as I did that her father's loss of fortune was but a ...
Strana 35
... calm . But in HER sorrow's night SHE found no comforter . " LIBRARY ALEXANDER SMITH . T was the evening of the day of my arrival at Glen - Beck . You will remember , Marie , that I was wholly unacquainted with Mr. Forrester , whose ...
... calm . But in HER sorrow's night SHE found no comforter . " LIBRARY ALEXANDER SMITH . T was the evening of the day of my arrival at Glen - Beck . You will remember , Marie , that I was wholly unacquainted with Mr. Forrester , whose ...
Strana 99
... calm moonlight lay outside upon tree and shrub and balustrade , and the sad current of reflec- tion , arrested a moment , resumed its course . I thought of life , of what was required of me - of the future , of what it had in store for ...
... calm moonlight lay outside upon tree and shrub and balustrade , and the sad current of reflec- tion , arrested a moment , resumed its course . I thought of life , of what was required of me - of the future , of what it had in store for ...
Strana 107
... calm took possession of me . needle I held in my hand pierced the piece of work deftly and well . " Is she one of your friends , Kate ? " I asked . She had not before looked at me , but sat with her gaze fixed upon the view outside the ...
... calm took possession of me . needle I held in my hand pierced the piece of work deftly and well . " Is she one of your friends , Kate ? " I asked . She had not before looked at me , but sat with her gaze fixed upon the view outside the ...
Strana 141
... calm fell upon my spirit as recol- lection returned . I had seen Lawrence Ester- lyn , and knew , nay felt , that he loved me . And what could trouble me henceforth ? The pained and heavy lids dropped down again over my eyes , and laid ...
... calm fell upon my spirit as recol- lection returned . I had seen Lawrence Ester- lyn , and knew , nay felt , that he loved me . And what could trouble me henceforth ? The pained and heavy lids dropped down again over my eyes , and laid ...
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asked Aymar beauty became beside Bessie Wilmerton Bessie's BETROTHED brow calm cashier CHAPTER cheek Colonel Aicheson couch COUNTESS OF BLESSINGTON daguerrotype daily Dana Poinsett dear death door drawing-room Edith Ellice Manvers Erastus exclaimed eyes face father feared feel Forres Forrester Frank friends gave girl Glen-Beck GOVERNESS LIFE-MRS Grey grief hand happy heard heart honor hope hour Kate KATE-ELLICE knew lady Lawrence Esterlyn letter light Lillian lips live Lolotte looked Madame Merillat's ment Mildred's mind Miss Forrester Miss Manvers Miss Wilmerton mother never night Nurse Matty once pain papa Poulett pupils Raphael Cartoons rence replied rescuing hero returned seated seemed Seytoun silence sister smile soon sorrow stern stood Talbot Bank tears tell tender things thought tion Tommy tones floated took trouble walked Walworth and Mildred watched Willow Brook woman words
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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.