Bessie Wilmerton: Or, Money, and what Came of It. A NovelG. W. Carleton & Company, 1874 - Počet stran: 384 |
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Strana 19
... tell me . I must go to her at once . " Bessie , by our past I conjure you to see me now ; you must see me ; how can you re- fuse ? " LARRY . " + 20 INTRODUCTORY . But her refusal again reached him , INTRODUCTORY . 19.
... tell me . I must go to her at once . " Bessie , by our past I conjure you to see me now ; you must see me ; how can you re- fuse ? " LARRY . " + 20 INTRODUCTORY . But her refusal again reached him , INTRODUCTORY . 19.
Strana 61
... tell this story , " I said , after a pause . " I never tell these things to the children , " she replied , gravely . I looked at her . There was a very serious expression in her face , and I was vexed at my- self for doubting for a ...
... tell this story , " I said , after a pause . " I never tell these things to the children , " she replied , gravely . I looked at her . There was a very serious expression in her face , and I was vexed at my- self for doubting for a ...
Strana 91
... send the blood to her cheek like that , when the door opened and the servant announced Mr. Poinsett . Had Mildred heard his entrance ? I could not tell . + 92 letters from the west . My introduction to Mr. LETTERS FROM THE WEST . 91.
... send the blood to her cheek like that , when the door opened and the servant announced Mr. Poinsett . Had Mildred heard his entrance ? I could not tell . + 92 letters from the west . My introduction to Mr. LETTERS FROM THE WEST . 91.
Strana 94
... telling , and I might expect little good to follow my spoken precepts did I fail to prac- tise what I taught . On opening softly the nursery - door , three heads were raised from their respective pillows ; the children were broad awake ...
... telling , and I might expect little good to follow my spoken precepts did I fail to prac- tise what I taught . On opening softly the nursery - door , three heads were raised from their respective pillows ; the children were broad awake ...
Strana 108
... tell you how it came about ? " she added , taking my watch from my belt . Kate was fond of narration . She had a gift for commencing at the very beginning of things , and told a story in an entertaining manner and well . lacked yet an ...
... tell you how it came about ? " she added , taking my watch from my belt . Kate was fond of narration . She had a gift for commencing at the very beginning of things , and told a story in an entertaining manner and well . lacked yet an ...
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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.