Nothing but leavesHodder and Stoughton, 1875 - 351 oldal |
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11. oldal
... heart . Ada was the cause of his disquietude . She was the eldest of his six children , and his only daugh- ter . His wife had died soon after the birth of the youngest child , and a widowed sister of the doctor's . Mrs. Hurst , had ...
... heart . Ada was the cause of his disquietude . She was the eldest of his six children , and his only daugh- ter . His wife had died soon after the birth of the youngest child , and a widowed sister of the doctor's . Mrs. Hurst , had ...
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... heart . " It was an excellent sermon , " said the doctor , as they walked homeward . " I don't believe Ada heard a word of it , " re- marked Jack . " Why do you say so ? " asked his sister angrily . " How can you tell ? " " I was ...
... heart . " It was an excellent sermon , " said the doctor , as they walked homeward . " I don't believe Ada heard a word of it , " re- marked Jack . " Why do you say so ? " asked his sister angrily . " How can you tell ? " " I was ...
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... heart almost failed her . It was a large room , with clean white - washed walls and open windows : the girls occupied the upper end , and the boys the lower . But the half- suppressed murmur of tongues and the bewilder- ing number of ...
... heart almost failed her . It was a large room , with clean white - washed walls and open windows : the girls occupied the upper end , and the boys the lower . But the half- suppressed murmur of tongues and the bewilder- ing number of ...
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... heart than she had brought into it . She thought , too , that there was a look of relief on her scholars ' faces as they departed . She had bored them , and wearied herself - all to no purpose . It is not unlikely that Mr. Wayne guessed ...
... heart than she had brought into it . She thought , too , that there was a look of relief on her scholars ' faces as they departed . She had bored them , and wearied herself - all to no purpose . It is not unlikely that Mr. Wayne guessed ...
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... heart , — afraid to search for her true motives ; -or , like Sir Launcelot , she might have made the sad con- fession , " and never did I battle all only for God's sake ; but for to win worship , and to cause me to be better beloved ...
... heart , — afraid to search for her true motives ; -or , like Sir Launcelot , she might have made the sad con- fession , " and never did I battle all only for God's sake ; but for to win worship , and to cause me to be better beloved ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Ada's afraid afternoon Alderport angelic songs Archie Archie's asked Aunt Emily Aunt Miriam aunty began believe better boys brother burnt Charlie child church Cleeve's cried daugh daughter dear doctor door Emma eyes face father Fenway's gentle George Clariston girl glad Grange Grange's grey hand happy heard heart Hester Horace Cleeve Hurst Jack knew lady Lawrence leaves listen Little Martha looked Lucy Martha Ryan Miriam Lynne Miss Fenway Miss Lynne Miss Miriam mother never night Norwich organist pale papa patiently pause peace Peter's pleasant poor quiet quietly Ragged School realise rector replied secret glorying seemed Semper fidelis silent singing sister sitting-room sorrow sorry speak spirit suffering Sunday talk teacher tears tell things thought tion told Tom Brown Tom Ryan tone voice walk watched Wayne Wayne's Willie wish words young
Népszerű szakaszok
148. oldal - ... for thine inestimable love in the redemption of the world by our Lord Jesus Christ; for the means of grace and for the hope of glory. And we beseech thee give us that due sense of all thy mercies that our hearts may be unfeignedly thankful and that we may show forth thy praise not only with our lips but in our lives; by giving up ourselves to thy service, and by walking before thee in holiness and righteousness all our days...
105. oldal - HARK ! hark, my soul ! Angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore : How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more! Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome The pilgrims of the night. 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing. " Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come ; " And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the Gospel leads us home.
200. oldal - And I will bring the blind by a way that they knew not, I will lead them in paths that they have not known : I will make darkness light before them, and crooked things straight. These things will I do unto them, and not forsake . them.
171. oldal - THE world is very evil, The times are waxing late : Be sober and keep vigil, The Judge is at the gate; The Judge that comes in mercy, The Judge that comes with might, To terminate the evil, To diadem the right.
320. oldal - The trivial round, the common task, Will furnish all we ought to ask; Room to deny ourselves; a road To bring us daily nearer God.
198. oldal - ALMIGHTY God, the fountain of all wisdom, who knowest our necessities before we ask, and our ignorance in asking ; We beseech thee to have compassion upon our infirmities; and those things, which for our unworthiness we dare not, and for our blindness we cannot ask, vouchsafe to give us, for the worthiness of thy Son Jesus Christ our Lord.
253. oldal - Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him : I will set him on high, because he hath known my name.
88. oldal - Jesus answered them, and said, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Ye seek me, not because ye saw the miracles, but because ye did eat of the loaves, and were filled.
41. oldal - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
187. oldal - Bad company is like a nail driven into a post, which after the first or second blow may be drawn out with little difficulty; but being once driven up to the head, the pincers cannot take hold to draw it out, but which can only be done by the destruction of the wood.