After A Shadow1st World Publishing, 2004 - 184 oldal ARTY! Arty! called Mrs. Mayflower, from the window, one bright June morning. "Arty, darling! What is the child after? Just look at him, Mr. Mayflower!" I leaned from the window, in pleasant excitement, to see what new and wonderful performance had been attempted by my little prodigy - my first born - my year old bud of beauty, the folded leaves in whose bosom were just beginning to loosen themselves, and send out upon the air sweet intimations of an abounding fragrance. He had escaped from his nurse, and was running off in the clear sunshine, the slant rays of which threw a long shadow before him. |
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8. oldal
... half-wondering way. "Why, Arty!" I exclaimed, catching him up in my arms. "It's only your shadow! Foolish child!" And I ran back to Mrs. Mayflower, with my baby-boy held close against my heart. "After a shadow!" said I, shaking my head ...
... half-wondering way. "Why, Arty!" I exclaimed, catching him up in my arms. "It's only your shadow! Foolish child!" And I ran back to Mrs. Mayflower, with my baby-boy held close against my heart. "After a shadow!" said I, shaking my head ...
11. oldal
... half-absent way, trying to find something of sufficient interest to claim attention, when, among the money and business items, I came upon a paragraph that sent the declining thermometer of my feelings away down towards the chill of ...
... half-absent way, trying to find something of sufficient interest to claim attention, when, among the money and business items, I came upon a paragraph that sent the declining thermometer of my feelings away down towards the chill of ...
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T. S. Arthur. I drew out my watch. It was close on to half past six. "I think, Edward," said I, "that you'd better step round to Kline & Co.'s, and ask if they've shipped B -'s goods yet. If not, we'll request them to delay long enough ...
T. S. Arthur. I drew out my watch. It was close on to half past six. "I think, Edward," said I, "that you'd better step round to Kline & Co.'s, and ask if they've shipped B -'s goods yet. If not, we'll request them to delay long enough ...
35. oldal
... Half eaten up with rust, and good for nothing." "And yet," replied the shoemaker, "there was better stuff in that knife, before it was lost, than in any other knife in the shop." "Better than in this?" And the neighbor lifted a clean ...
... Half eaten up with rust, and good for nothing." "And yet," replied the shoemaker, "there was better stuff in that knife, before it was lost, than in any other knife in the shop." "Better than in this?" And the neighbor lifted a clean ...
36. oldal
... half-hearted, depressed kind of a way, "For the last time;" and then going inside, sat down in front of the counter, feeling strangely and ill at ease. The future looked very blank. There was nothing in it to strive for, to hope for, to ...
... half-hearted, depressed kind of a way, "For the last time;" and then going inside, sat down in front of the counter, feeling strangely and ill at ease. The future looked very blank. There was nothing in it to strive for, to hope for, to ...
Tartalomjegyzék
10 LITTLE LIZZIE | 108 |
11 ALICE AND THE PIGEON | 118 |
12 DRESSED FOR A PARTY | 123 |
13 COFFEE vs BRANDY | 133 |
14 AMYS QUESTION | 145 |
15 AN ANGEL IN DISGUISE | 149 |
16 WHICH WAS MOST THE LADY? | 160 |
17 OTHER PEOPLES EYES | 170 |
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19. oldal - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
121. oldal - STOOP to my window, thou beautiful dove ! Thy daily visits have touched my love! I watch thy coming, and list the note That stirs so low in thy mellow throat, And my joy is high To catch the glance of thy gentle eye.
122. oldal - This noise of people, — this sultry air ? Thou alone, of the feathered race, Dost look unscared on the human face ; Thou alone, with a wing to flee, Dost love with man in his haunts to be ; And ' the gentle dove ' Has become a name for trust and love.
19. oldal - Mark but my fall, and that that ruined me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ! By that sin fell the angels : how can man, then, The image of his Maker, 'hope to win by't? Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty ; Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, And silence envious tongues.
122. oldal - Thou alone, of the feathered race, Dost look unscared on the human face ; Thou alone, with a wing to flee, Dost love with man in his haunts to be , And the " gentle dove " Has become a name for trust and love. A holy gift is thine, sweet bird ! Thou'rt named with childhood's earliest word ; Thou'rt linked with all that is fresh and wild In the prisoned thoughts of the city child ; And thy even wings Are its brightest image of moving things.
111. oldal - See here, my friend! If you are about making a temperance lecture, you can adjourn to the Town Hall or the Methodist Chapel." The stranger moved aside a pace or two, so that the hand of Jenks might fall from his person, and then said, mildly, "There must be something wrong here if a man may not speak in praise of water without giving offense.
57. oldal - The sick man did not respond warmly to this proposition. He had been so long a mere recipient of good offices, - had so long felt himself the object towards which pity and service must tend, - that he had nearly lost the relish for good deeds. Idle dependence had made him selfish. "Give this poor cripple a lesson every day," went on the neighbor, pressing home the subject, "and talk and read to him.
56. oldal - I stopped to say a word to poor Tom Hicks, the cripple, as he stood swinging on the gate before his mother's house, looking so unhappy that I pitied him in my heart. 'What do you do with yourself all through these long days, Tom?' I asked. 'Nothing,' he replied, moodily. 'Don't you read sometimes?' I queried. 'Can't read,' was his sullen answer. 'Were you never at school?' I went on. 'No: how can I get to school?' 'Why don't your mother teach you?' 'Because she can't read herself,