Monthly Packet of Evening Readings for Members of the English Church (earlier "for Younger Members of the English Church")J. and C. Mozley, 1894 |
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... face like a horse's face , and large whiskers . He dressed always in green satin , and wore a small high - peaked hat on his huge wrinkled forehead . A red feather drooped from it , and reached to his waist . At first sight . one took ...
... face like a horse's face , and large whiskers . He dressed always in green satin , and wore a small high - peaked hat on his huge wrinkled forehead . A red feather drooped from it , and reached to his waist . At first sight . one took ...
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... face and pallid cheeks a long white moustache , which strayed over the coverlet , gave an air of incongruous fierceness . His bright eyes were fixed on the door as if he were listening . A child , three or four years old , sat on the ...
... face and pallid cheeks a long white moustache , which strayed over the coverlet , gave an air of incongruous fierceness . His bright eyes were fixed on the door as if he were listening . A child , three or four years old , sat on the ...
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... face . He drank some beer - he was a big ponderous man with a red face and small pig's eyes- and pointed over his shoulders with the cup . Eh ? ' he said , raising his eye - brows . " ' Good ! ' a man growled who sat opposite to him ...
... face . He drank some beer - he was a big ponderous man with a red face and small pig's eyes- and pointed over his shoulders with the cup . Eh ? ' he said , raising his eye - brows . " ' Good ! ' a man growled who sat opposite to him ...
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... face by this time , and the two soldiers were on their feet . But the Burgomaster restrained them . ' Fine words ! ' he said , puffing out his cheeks - ' fine words ! Dare say the girl can hear him . But let him be , let him be— let him ...
... face by this time , and the two soldiers were on their feet . But the Burgomaster restrained them . ' Fine words ! ' he said , puffing out his cheeks - ' fine words ! Dare say the girl can hear him . But let him be , let him be— let him ...
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... face grow red I scarcely knew why . ' Is their money at an end ? ' my lady asked shrewdly . She was a great woman of business . ' No , ' I answered , ' but I dare say it is low . ' ' Then what is the matter ? ' my lady continued ...
... face grow red I scarcely knew why . ' Is their money at an end ? ' my lady asked shrewdly . She was a great woman of business . ' No , ' I answered , ' but I dare say it is low . ' ' Then what is the matter ? ' my lady continued ...
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Página 668 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat : Oh ! be swift, my soul, to answer Him ! be jubilant, my feet ! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me : As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Página 361 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance but itself; no beauty, nor good nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour. The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard...
Página 496 - Ruffles at speed, and dances in the wind. His horny hoofs are jetty black and round ; His chine is double ; starting with a bound He turns the turf, and shakes the solid ground. Fire from his eyes, clouds from his nostrils flow; He bears his rider headlong on the foe.
Página 495 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Página 364 - Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Página 208 - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind. His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart. To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering, When they judged without skill he was still hard of hearing : When they talked of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff, He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff.
Página 705 - Provide neither gold, nor silver, nor brass in your purses, nor scrip for your journey, neither two coats, neither shoes, nor yet staves: for the workman is worthy of his meat.
Página 495 - You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Página 243 - O strong soul, by what shore Tarriest thou now? For that force, Surely, has not been left vain! Somewhere, surely, afar, In the sounding labour-house vast Of being, is practised that strength, Zealous, beneficent, firm!
Página 449 - When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charact'ry Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!