Bessie Wilmerton: Or, Money, and what Came of It. A NovelG. W. Carleton & Company, 1874 - Počet stran: 384 |
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Strana 15
... closed round her life like a pall . The bark of her earthly happiness was afloat " On a wide , wide sea , " its anchor gone , its sails torn and useless , and she herself a sane and calm spectator of the wreck , around which the spirits ...
... closed round her life like a pall . The bark of her earthly happiness was afloat " On a wide , wide sea , " its anchor gone , its sails torn and useless , and she herself a sane and calm spectator of the wreck , around which the spirits ...
Strana 42
... not looked at him with any attention , until he closed the case suddenly , glancing with a look of annoyance at his mother , who was giving some rather audible directions to a servant . Rising , 42 NEW FACES - BITTERNESS .
... not looked at him with any attention , until he closed the case suddenly , glancing with a look of annoyance at his mother , who was giving some rather audible directions to a servant . Rising , 42 NEW FACES - BITTERNESS .
Strana 46
... closed the door . I advanced a step or two into the apartment , and there stood . A fire was burning in the grate , and lights were on the mantel - shelf . I looked about me . For an instant I believed myself in my own room in Elliot ...
... closed the door . I advanced a step or two into the apartment , and there stood . A fire was burning in the grate , and lights were on the mantel - shelf . I looked about me . For an instant I believed myself in my own room in Elliot ...
Strana 107
... closed her lips and the bright blood flowed rosy to her cheek . She awaited further questioning from me . ' Well , Kate ? " I said , and my heart beat painfully . " He writes to a young lady at Madame Merillat's . " The A stolid calm ...
... closed her lips and the bright blood flowed rosy to her cheek . She awaited further questioning from me . ' Well , Kate ? " I said , and my heart beat painfully . " He writes to a young lady at Madame Merillat's . " The A stolid calm ...
Strana 130
... closed her lips firmly , while Mildred , taking her hands , crossed them upon her breast , to enable her to stand more steadily . The water barely reached over the sole of each shoe . Walworth rowed away to a short distance . A spirit ...
... closed her lips firmly , while Mildred , taking her hands , crossed them upon her breast , to enable her to stand more steadily . The water barely reached over the sole of each shoe . Walworth rowed away to a short distance . A spirit ...
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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.