Stories of Life and LoveChristian Herald, 1897 - 320 páginas |
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... began to arrive , and she felt that her desire was hopeless . Never had she been so dis- appointed . The children's animal enjoy- ment of special dainties irritated her ; their plans and interests , for the first time , were tiresome ...
... began to arrive , and she felt that her desire was hopeless . Never had she been so dis- appointed . The children's animal enjoy- ment of special dainties irritated her ; their plans and interests , for the first time , were tiresome ...
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... began to find it easier to forgive Almund than to forgive her- self - her own readiness to be deceived ; her impatience of destiny ; her toleration of anything secret or underhand in a rite affecting so deeply her honor and her good ...
... began to find it easier to forgive Almund than to forgive her- self - her own readiness to be deceived ; her impatience of destiny ; her toleration of anything secret or underhand in a rite affecting so deeply her honor and her good ...
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... began to look more than ever askance at his wife . The poor mother , for her part , would gladly have loved her son . Alas ! the proper spring was broken ; when he was beaten she only suffered with a passive suf- fering , 62 Stories of ...
... began to look more than ever askance at his wife . The poor mother , for her part , would gladly have loved her son . Alas ! the proper spring was broken ; when he was beaten she only suffered with a passive suf- fering , 62 Stories of ...
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... began to detest his son . There was neither remorse nor reaction . As he was the master , he tyrannized over him . Henceforth , the only portion of Ulysses was work beyond his strength , poor and scanty food , rude blows from a heavy ...
... began to detest his son . There was neither remorse nor reaction . As he was the master , he tyrannized over him . Henceforth , the only portion of Ulysses was work beyond his strength , poor and scanty food , rude blows from a heavy ...
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... began to droop , as his mother had done , but with fuller conscious- ness of what he was , and how he suffered . Formerly , after the paternal storms , he would run off to the village , come in for fresh blows there , and return amused ...
... began to droop , as his mother had done , but with fuller conscious- ness of what he was , and how he suffered . Formerly , after the paternal storms , he would run off to the village , come in for fresh blows there , and return amused ...
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Stories of Life and Love (Classic Reprint) Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
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Términos y frases comunes
Almund AMELIA Angus answered asked August 15 beauty BRADFORD WHITING Bremmil Bulgaria called Catherine child Circassia dear Derry door eyes face father feeling feet fell felt girl glad grew grew young hand happy Hauksbee head heard heart hour husband Jack Janet John Braithwaite kissed knew lady laugh letter lived looked Lord Morpeth marriage marry Mat rushed Mat's Miss Boldero Miss Harrington Miss Travers morning mother Mowbray never night nine o'clock once Otterby papa passed poor portunities preacher pretty Raeburn Richard Robert Kensall rose round smile sorrowful soul spoke stay Stockdale stood strange suddenly summer Robert sure sweet tears tell thing thought tion told took tramp tricycle turned Ulysses vicar village voice waiting walked watch wife woman women words Wynyard young
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Página 137 - ... close, And the lights are out in the house ; When the fires burn low and red, And the watch is ticking loudly Beside the bed : Though you sleep, tired out, on your couch, Still your heart must wake and watch In the dark room, For it may be that at midnight I will come. " It may be at the cock-crow, When the night is dying slowly In the sky, And the sea looks calm and holy, Waiting for the dawn of the golden sun Which draweth nigh ; When the mists are on the valleys, shading The rivers chill,...
Página 271 - BIRTHDAY My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot: My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me.
Página 286 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt. Dispraise or blame, nothing but well and fair. And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Página 138 - So He passed down my cottage garden, By the path that leads to the sea, Till He came to the turn of the little road Where the birch and laburnum tree Lean over and arch the way ; There I saw Him a moment stay, And turn once more to me, As I wept at the cottage door, And lift up his hands in blessing — Then I saw His face no more. And I stood still in the doorway, Leaning against the wall, Not heeding the fair white roses, Though I crushed them and let them fall; Only looking down the pathway, And...
Página 136 - Watch therefore : for ye know not when the lord of the house cometh, whether at even, or at midnight, or at cockcrowing, or in the morning ; lest coming suddenly he find you sleeping.
Página 192 - Take my word for it, the silliest woman can manage a clever man; but it needs a very clever woman to manage a fool.
Página 186 - Mrs. Hauksbee appeared on the horizon; and where she existed was fair chance of trouble. At Simla her by-name was the "Stormy Petrel." She had won that title five times to my own certain knowledge. She was a little, brown, thin, almost skinny woman, with big, rolling, violetblue eyes, and the sweetest manners in the world.
Página 262 - I pursued a maiden and clasped a reed. Gods and men, we are all deluded thus! It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed: All wept, as I think both ye now would, If envy or age had not frozen your blood, At the sorrow of my sweet pipings.
Página 136 - It may be when the midnight Is heavy upon the land ; And the black waves lying dumbly Along the sand ; When the moonless night draws close, And the lights are out in the house, When the fires burn low and red, And the watch is ticking loudly Beside the bed : Though you sleep, tired out, on your couch, Still your heart must wake and watch In the dark room ; For it may be that at midnight I will come.
Página 49 - But the Watchman opened the Gate of rest,— " I am willing, with all My heart," said He. ***** Thus day and night they are pressing nigh, With tears and sighs, to the heavenly Gate ; Where the Watchman stands in His majesty, With a patience which never has said,