FerncliffeBurns, Oates and Company, 1867 - 323 páginas |
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... hear that he had died a martyr in the noble cause . Rose , a bright - looking little girl , with dark hair and eyes like her brother , opened the door for them . The small parlour looked warm and cheerful , the fire was blazing briskly ...
... hear that he had died a martyr in the noble cause . Rose , a bright - looking little girl , with dark hair and eyes like her brother , opened the door for them . The small parlour looked warm and cheerful , the fire was blazing briskly ...
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Ferncliffe. So entirely absorbed was she , that she did not hear a gentle tap at the door , nor notice the en- trance of a visitor till she was startled by a light hand being laid on her shoulder . She quickly raised her head , not very ...
Ferncliffe. So entirely absorbed was she , that she did not hear a gentle tap at the door , nor notice the en- trance of a visitor till she was startled by a light hand being laid on her shoulder . She quickly raised her head , not very ...
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... I am anxiously waiting to hear about it . I cannot imagine who she is ; is she any relation or school - fellow of yours ? " " She is a cousin of papa's ; I will tell you her story , and then you will understand why it is 12 FERNCLIFFE .
... I am anxiously waiting to hear about it . I cannot imagine who she is ; is she any relation or school - fellow of yours ? " " She is a cousin of papa's ; I will tell you her story , and then you will understand why it is 12 FERNCLIFFE .
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... hear more of him ? " " Because , sir , I did not consider him worth speaking of ; and if he told you we were on inti- mate terms , he grossly misrepresented our ac- quaintance . This was said with an impatient jerk of his hand , which ...
... hear more of him ? " " Because , sir , I did not consider him worth speaking of ; and if he told you we were on inti- mate terms , he grossly misrepresented our ac- quaintance . This was said with an impatient jerk of his hand , which ...
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... hear that our parting has not been without its reward . " I fear will not be so well poor mamma's grave attended to as when I could visit it every day ; I know it is impossible for you to see it oftener than once a week , and sometimes ...
... hear that our parting has not been without its reward . " I fear will not be so well poor mamma's grave attended to as when I could visit it every day ; I know it is impossible for you to see it oftener than once a week , and sometimes ...
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Agnes Falkland Agnes's amused answer appeared arrived asked beautiful brother Captain Percival carriage Catholic cause child cival Clyde Clyde rose Columba companion cottage cousin daugh dear delight dinner door Edith endeavoured Errington excitement exclaimed eyes Father Hudson fear feel felt Ferncliffe Frances Frances Macdonald Frances of Rome Frances's gentleman Georgina Georgina Wilson girl give godfather Grant Hall hand happy hear heard heart Herbert Hexham hope husband Julius Cæsar kind knew lady laugh leave letter Lieutenant Forster look Lydia Macdonald mamma mind minutes Miss Falkland morning mother never passed poor priest replied returned Rose seemed seen servants silence Sir Charles sister smile soon speak spirits suffered sure tears tell thing thought tion told tone took turned Twickenham uncon voice waiting walked Walter Wilfred Wilfred's Wilson window wished words write young
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Página 54 - VITAL spark of heavenly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame ! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, O, the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life! Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away!
Página 108 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our neelds, created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate.
Página 175 - Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while. One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws, Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting : Oh ! this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay, Like a dead leafless branch in the summer's bright ray, The beams of the warm sun play round it in vain, It may smile in his light, but it blooms not again.
Página 2 - Tarsus, bound for the isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails filled, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger, a damsel train behind.
Página 16 - O Thou whose power o'er moving worlds presides, Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides, On darkling man in pure effulgence shine, And cheer the clouded mind with light divine. Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast, With silent confidence and holy rest : From thee, great God ! we spring, to thee we tend, Path, motive, guide, original, and end...
Página 215 - Linger'd labours come to nought. Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure ; Seek not time when time is past, Sober speed is wisdom's leisure. After-wits are dearly bought, Let thy forewit guide thy thought.
Página 192 - My sweet one, my sweet one, the tears were in my eyes, When first I clasped thee to my heart, and heard thy feeble cries ; — For I thought of all that I had borne, as I bent me down to kiss Thy cherry lips, and sunny brow, my first-born bud of bliss I turned to many a withered hope, to years of grief and pain, And the cruel wrongs of a bitter world flashed o'er my boding brain ; — I thought of friends, grown worse than cold, of persecuting foes, And I...
Página 99 - And peace went with them one and all, And each calm pillow spread ; But Guilt was my grim chamberlain That lighted me to bed, And drew my midnight curtains round, With fingers bloody red...
Página 98 - Oh, heaven ! to think of their white souls, And mine so black and grim ! I could not share in childish prayer Nor join in evening hymn ; Like a devil of the pit I seemed, 'Mid holy cherubim.