God's Good Man: A Simple Love-storyDodd, Mead & Company, 1906 - 523 páginas |
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... heard his garden gates swing back on their hinges , and a shuffling crunch of numerous small feet on the gravel path . " G'arn , Susie ! " cried a shrill boy's voice- " If y'are leadin ' us , lead ! G'arn ! " A sweet flute - like treble ...
... heard his garden gates swing back on their hinges , and a shuffling crunch of numerous small feet on the gravel path . " G'arn , Susie ! " cried a shrill boy's voice- " If y'are leadin ' us , lead ! G'arn ! " A sweet flute - like treble ...
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... heard the lengthy appellation aright , and ventured to ask the godmother of the occasion to repeat it in a louder voice . Whereupon ' Hip - po - ly - ta ' was uttered in such strong tones , so thoroughly well enunciated , that he could ...
... heard the lengthy appellation aright , and ventured to ask the godmother of the occasion to repeat it in a louder voice . Whereupon ' Hip - po - ly - ta ' was uttered in such strong tones , so thoroughly well enunciated , that he could ...
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... heard my mother often say , and she was considered a wise woman in her time , I do assure you ! " Here Mrs. Spruce untied her bonnet - strings and flung them apart , she likewise loosened the top button of her collar and heaved a deep ...
... heard my mother often say , and she was considered a wise woman in her time , I do assure you ! " Here Mrs. Spruce untied her bonnet - strings and flung them apart , she likewise loosened the top button of her collar and heaved a deep ...
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... heard a thing . And Mr. Oliver Leach he is the agent of the prop- erty , and he ain't never said a word , -and we think , me and my husband , that he don't know nothin ' of her comin ' back , and should we tell him , sir ? Or would you ...
... heard a thing . And Mr. Oliver Leach he is the agent of the prop- erty , and he ain't never said a word , -and we think , me and my husband , that he don't know nothin ' of her comin ' back , and should we tell him , sir ? Or would you ...
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... heard of during all that period , and the tenantry's recollection of their late land- lord , as well as of his one daughter , was more vague and con- fused than authentic . The place had been ' managed ' and the cottage rents collected ...
... heard of during all that period , and the tenantry's recollection of their late land- lord , as well as of his one daughter , was more vague and con- fused than authentic . The place had been ' managed ' and the cottage rents collected ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Abbot's Manor ain't asked aunt Badsworth Hall Bainton beautiful began Bishop bless my soul Bludlip Courtenay Brent Buggins called church creature dear eyes face feel Five Sisters flowers garden Gigue glanced goin hair hand head heart Hippolyta Ittlethwaite John Walden Josey Letherbarrow Julian Adderley kind knew Lady Beaulyon Lady Wicketts laughed Leveson listened live looked Lord Charlemont Lord Roxmouth Marius Longford married Maypole mind Miss Fosby Miss Maryllia Miss Vancourt morning murmured Nebbie Netlips never old Josey Oliver Leach once Passon Walden paused Plato poor pretty Primmins replied Rest Riversford rose round sarcophagus seemed sigh silence sing Sir Morton Pippitt slowly smile soul Spruce stood sudden suddenly Sunday sure sweet talk Tapple tell there's thing thought told touch trees turned village voice walk woman women wonder word young
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Página 245 - FROM the forests and highlands We come, we come ; From the river-girt islands, Where loud waves are dumb Listening to my sweet pipings. The wind in the reeds and the rushes, The bees on the bells of thyme. The birds on the myrtle bushes, The cicale above in the lime, And the lizards below in the grass, Were as silent as ever old Tmolus* was, Listening to my sweet pipings.
Página 245 - I sang of the dancing stars, I sang of the daedal earth, And of heaven, and the Giant wars, And love, and death, and birth.
Página 282 - DEARLY beloved brethren, the Scripture moveth us in sundry places to acknowledge and confess our manifold sins and wickedness ; and that we should not dissemble nor cloke them before the face of Almighty God our heavenly Father ; but confess them with an humble, lowly, penitent, and obedient heart; to the end that we may obtain forgiveness of the same, by his infinite goodness and mercy.
Página 281 - Again, when the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness that he hath committed, and doeth that which Is lawful and right, he shall save his soul alive.
Página 467 - She look'd so lovely, as she sway'd The rein with dainty finger-tips, A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this, To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.
Página 230 - They did promise and vow three things in my name. First, that I should renounce the devil and all his works, the pomps and vanity of this wicked world, and all the sinful lusts of the flesh.
Página 272 - There is nothing better for a man, than that he should eat and drink, and that he should make his soul enjoy good in his labour.
Página 14 - Remember us poor mayers all, And thus we do begin To lead our lives in righteousness, Or else we die in sin. We have been rambling all this night And almost all this day, And now returned back again We have brought you a branch of may. A branch of may we have brought you And at your door it stands. It is but a sprout But it's well budded out By the work of our Lord's hands.
Página 15 - With his heavenly dew so sweet. The heavenly gates are open wide, Our paths are beaten plain ; And if a man be not too far gone, He may return again. The...
Página 13 - Out of the court, were it a mile or tway : And to the grove, of which that I you told, By aventure his way he gan to hold, To maken him a garland of the greves, Were it of woodbind or of hawthorn leaves ; • Saluteth.