Heights and ValleysDutton, 1872 - 332 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 54 találatból.
9. oldal
... asked . " Gone to bed with a bad headache . They have been playing a match to - day at Lord's , and he has been watching it , and he got over - heated . Now , Philip , what will you have - tea , or coffee , or anything more substantial ...
... asked . " Gone to bed with a bad headache . They have been playing a match to - day at Lord's , and he has been watching it , and he got over - heated . Now , Philip , what will you have - tea , or coffee , or anything more substantial ...
22. oldal
... asked , as he looked out of the window at the streets through which they passed . 66 ' Well , no ; there is some trade in Rodham . It is not a rising place , but it keeps its ground , and does not decline . There is the Cathedral to ...
... asked , as he looked out of the window at the streets through which they passed . 66 ' Well , no ; there is some trade in Rodham . It is not a rising place , but it keeps its ground , and does not decline . There is the Cathedral to ...
29. oldal
... asked , as he looked out of the window at the streets through which they passed . " Well , no ; there is some trade in Rodham . It is not a rising place , but it keeps its ground , and does not decline . There is the Cathedral to your ...
... asked , as he looked out of the window at the streets through which they passed . " Well , no ; there is some trade in Rodham . It is not a rising place , but it keeps its ground , and does not decline . There is the Cathedral to your ...
37. oldal
... asked , as Cuthbert's earnest eyes were still fixed upon him ; " who is Aunt Irene , and what does she know about me ? " " Not much , " was the answer ; " only father told us all , Sir Philip was coming to Rockdeane ; and we wondered ...
... asked , as Cuthbert's earnest eyes were still fixed upon him ; " who is Aunt Irene , and what does she know about me ? " " Not much , " was the answer ; " only father told us all , Sir Philip was coming to Rockdeane ; and we wondered ...
39. oldal
... asked , looking wistfully at Irene . But , without waiting for the answer , Sir Philip raised little Hilda in his arms ; and , discovering by a smile on her father's face that he was by no means unwilling that his little girl should be ...
... asked , looking wistfully at Irene . But , without waiting for the answer , Sir Philip raised little Hilda in his arms ; and , discovering by a smile on her father's face that he was by no means unwilling that his little girl should be ...
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afraid AGNES GIBERNE answer asked Aunt Auntie better Bishop's carriage Bishop's Court blackberries Bolton carriage chapel child cloth croquet Crown 8vo Cuthbert dear Derwentwater dinner door drawing-room dress Engravings eyes F. W. H. MYERS face father feel felt Forrest Forster Williamson Frontispiece George Sandford gone good-bye hand heard heart Hilda Hildyard's Almshouses hope Irene Irene's knew Lady Catharine Lady Eugenia little Rosie live look mamma Mary Mason Miss Clifford Miss Dennistoun morning mother never night old Warden Orchard Leigh passed poor quiet Randal Rockdeane Rodham Rosie Rosie's scarcely scarlet fever seemed servants Simpson Sir Philip Dennistoun sister smile Smith soon story talk tell Thank things Thornycroft thought Tillett to-day to-morrow told turned voice walk Warden wife window wish words young
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318. oldal - Enough that blessings undeserved Have marked my erring track ; That wheresoe'er my feet have swerved, His chastening turned me back ; — That more and more a Providence Of love is understood, Making the springs of time and sense Sweet with eternal good ; — That death seems but a covered way Which opens into light, Wherein no blinded child can stray Beyond the Father's sight; — That care and trial seem at last.
317. oldal - Rebukes my painful care. I break my pilgrim staff,— I lay Aside the toiling oar; The angel sought so far away I welcome at my door. The airs of spring may never play Among the ripening corn, Nor freshness of the flowers of May Blow through the autumn morn ; Yet shall the blue-eyed gentian look Through fringed lids to heaven, And the pale aster in the brook Shall see its image given...
1. oldal - Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud ; Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate. "Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown; With that wild wheel we go not up or down ; Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. "Smile and we smile, the lords of many land* : Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands; For man is man and master of his fate. "Turn, turn thy wheel above the staring crowd; Thy wheel and thou are shadows in the cloud; Thy wheel and thee we neither love...
310. oldal - For from the top of the rocks I see him, And from the hills I behold him : Lo, the people shall dwell alone, and shall not be reckoned among the nations.
297. oldal - The heart which, like a staff, was one For mine to lean and rest upon, The strongest on the longest day, With steadfast love, is caught away — And yet my days go on, go on.
318. oldal - That care and trial seem at last, Through Memory's sunset air, Like mountain-ranges overpast, In purple distance fair ; — That all the jarring notes of life Seem blending in a psalm, And all the angles of its strife Slow rounding into calm. And so the shadows fall apart, And so the west- winds play ; And all the windows of my heart I open to the day.
123. oldal - Ah! world unknown! how charming is thy view, Thy pleasures many, and each pleasure new: Ah! world experienced! what of thee is told? How few thy pleasures, and those few how old!
147. oldal - Here in the hazardous joy of woman and man Consider with how sad and eager eyes They lean together, and part, and gaze again, Regretting that they cannot in so brief time, With all that sweet abandonment, outpour Their flowing infinity of tenderness. God's fashion is another; day by day And year by year he tarrieth ; little need The Lord should hasten ; whom he loves the most He seeks not oftenest, nor wooes him long, But by denial quickens his desire, And in forgetting best remembers him...
202. oldal - O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might. O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love and look for recompense More than that tongue that more hath more express'd. O, learn to read what silent love hath writ : To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
297. oldal - I praise Thee while my days go on ; I love Thee while my days go on : Through dark and dearth, through fire and frost, With emptied arms and treasure lost, I thank Thee while my days go on.