FerncliffePeter F. Cunningham, 1876 - 346 páginas |
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... blessed me fervently , Yet did not much complain ; But sorely will my mother sigh Till I come back again . " " The joy of youth and health her eyes displayed , BYRON . And ease of heart her every look conveyed . " CRABBE . THE little ...
... blessed me fervently , Yet did not much complain ; But sorely will my mother sigh Till I come back again . " " The joy of youth and health her eyes displayed , BYRON . And ease of heart her every look conveyed . " CRABBE . THE little ...
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... bless you , my darling ! you look lovely , " ejaculated Mrs. Percival as the door closed . They were soon fairly started , and in a few minutes the carriage stopped at the cottage . Her- bert sprang out and assisted Agnes to alight ...
... bless you , my darling ! you look lovely , " ejaculated Mrs. Percival as the door closed . They were soon fairly started , and in a few minutes the carriage stopped at the cottage . Her- bert sprang out and assisted Agnes to alight ...
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... Bless me , " said Wilfred , whom she nearly ran over in her haste , " what a confounded hurry you are in ! you make a fellow feel quite nervous . What unaccountable creatures girls are ! " Not hearing a word of this , Edith stood with ...
... Bless me , " said Wilfred , whom she nearly ran over in her haste , " what a confounded hurry you are in ! you make a fellow feel quite nervous . What unaccountable creatures girls are ! " Not hearing a word of this , Edith stood with ...
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... bless her ; she is twice as handsome as any Miss Macdonald , and looks like a queen wherever she goes ; and you had better none of you say anything against her before me , that has known her from this high , ” said he , showing about a ...
... bless her ; she is twice as handsome as any Miss Macdonald , and looks like a queen wherever she goes ; and you had better none of you say anything against her before me , that has known her from this high , ” said he , showing about a ...
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... blessing , and told her to unite her sufferings with those of our Lady of Dolors , and to pray for grace and strength to bear them . They then returned to the sick - room . Father Hudson knelt by the bedside and said some prayers , to ...
... blessing , and told her to unite her sufferings with those of our Lady of Dolors , and to pray for grace and strength to bear them . They then returned to the sick - room . Father Hudson knelt by the bedside and said some prayers , to ...
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Agnes Falkland Agnes's approbation arrived asked beautiful Bishop of Philadelphia Blessed Blessed Virgin Mary brother Captain Percival Catholic child church cival cloth Clyde Clyde rose Columba companion cottage cousin dear delight door Edith Errington excitement exclaimed extra beveled eyes Father Hudson fear feel felt Ferncliffe Frances Frances Macdonald Frances's full gilt Georgina Georgina Wilson gilt edges girl give Hall hand happy hear heard heart Herbert Hexham hope husband knew lady leave letter Lieutenant Forster look Macdonald mamma mind minutes Miss Falkland morning morocco mother neat never passed poor replied returned Right Rev rims and clasp Rose SAINT CECILIA seemed seen servants silence Sir Charles sister smile Society of Jesus speak suffered super extra sure tears tell thought tion told took Turkey turned voice Walter Wilfred Wilfred's Wilson wish words young
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Página 124 - 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 70 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away." What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
Página 97 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Página 10 - And seldom was a snood amid Such wild luxuriant ringlets hid. Whose glossy black to shame might bring The plumage of the raven's wing ; And seldom o'er a breast so fair Mantled a plaid with modest care ; And never brooch the folds combined Above a heart more good and kind. Her kindness and her worth to spy, You need but gaze on Ellen's eye ; Not Katrine in her mirror blue...
Página 18 - 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...
Página 191 - 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 309 - The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the light-house top.
Página 32 - 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 208 - Mid the clouds of gloom that bound them, As stars dart down their loveliest light When midnight skies are round them. My sweet one, my sweet one, Thy life's brief hour is o'er, And a father's anxious fears for...
Página 231 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.