Bessie Wilmerton: Or, Money, and what Came of It. A NovelG. W. Carleton & Company, 1874 - Počet stran: 384 |
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... father of her own and her sister's support , by be- coming a governess . There was little more than this information in the letter , which had been hurriedly penned , except an urgent en- treaty for my immediate return . Now , Bessie ...
... father of her own and her sister's support , by be- coming a governess . There was little more than this information in the letter , which had been hurriedly penned , except an urgent en- treaty for my immediate return . Now , Bessie ...
Strana 15
... father's loss of fortune was but a secondary and light affliction , in comparison with one which , but a short time before , had darkened and closed round her life like a pall . The bark of her earthly happiness was afloat " On a wide ...
... father's loss of fortune was but a secondary and light affliction , in comparison with one which , but a short time before , had darkened and closed round her life like a pall . The bark of her earthly happiness was afloat " On a wide ...
Strana 16
... father , long deceased , Bessie Wilmerton had never known what it was to lack the love of a generous , chivalrous , and devoted heart . But two years her senior , Lawrence , who was pursuing his studies at a university in his native ...
... father , long deceased , Bessie Wilmerton had never known what it was to lack the love of a generous , chivalrous , and devoted heart . But two years her senior , Lawrence , who was pursuing his studies at a university in his native ...
Strana 18
... blow , her mind for a time seemed unable to rally its forces ; seemed incapable of any exertion , save to entreat that her father would take no steps in the matter- would seek no explanation . It was days be- fore 18 INTRODUCTORY .
... blow , her mind for a time seemed unable to rally its forces ; seemed incapable of any exertion , save to entreat that her father would take no steps in the matter- would seek no explanation . It was days be- fore 18 INTRODUCTORY .
Strana 27
... father of his fortune . Did the escape of the offenders from justice , by reason of the active efforts of well - feed law- yers , and the all - potent influence of wealth , make their iniquity less glaring , and reinstate them in their ...
... father of his fortune . Did the escape of the offenders from justice , by reason of the active efforts of well - feed law- yers , and the all - potent influence of wealth , make their iniquity less glaring , and reinstate them in their ...
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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.