Merry's Gems of Prose and PoetryH. Dayton, 1860 - 240 oldal |
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24. oldal
... tears had started to the old man's eyes , and were fast running down his sun- burnt cheeks ; every feeling of a father's heart was stirred within him ; he saw the future greatness of his son before his eyes ; he felt that God had ...
... tears had started to the old man's eyes , and were fast running down his sun- burnt cheeks ; every feeling of a father's heart was stirred within him ; he saw the future greatness of his son before his eyes ; he felt that God had ...
27. oldal
... tears in her eyes . " Not the simple truth , and the whole truth , my dear . You merely did not tell a falsehood ; but you did all you could do , without telling one , to throw the blame on somebody , or something , besides yourself ...
... tears in her eyes . " Not the simple truth , and the whole truth , my dear . You merely did not tell a falsehood ; but you did all you could do , without telling one , to throw the blame on somebody , or something , besides yourself ...
28. oldal
... tears . " You know , my dear Julia , " said Mrs. Carlton , " I love you too tenderly ever to give you pain but for your good ; and I believe , if the pain you suffer now should induce you to correct this fault , you will hereafter thank ...
... tears . " You know , my dear Julia , " said Mrs. Carlton , " I love you too tenderly ever to give you pain but for your good ; and I believe , if the pain you suffer now should induce you to correct this fault , you will hereafter thank ...
37. oldal
... tears filled his eyes , and there was a big lump in his throat that made him feel as if he was choking — but in a little while he got over this , and enjoyed the swift ride in the cars very much indeed . Fred's uncle lived upon a farm ...
... tears filled his eyes , and there was a big lump in his throat that made him feel as if he was choking — but in a little while he got over this , and enjoyed the swift ride in the cars very much indeed . Fred's uncle lived upon a farm ...
53. oldal
... tears filling her eyes , find their way through those delicate fingers . Suddenly she hears a slight rustling in the tree that grows beneath her window , and , in an instant , there is nestling in her bosom a beautiful white pigeon . 66 ...
... tears filling her eyes , find their way through those delicate fingers . Suddenly she hears a slight rustling in the tree that grows beneath her window , and , in an instant , there is nestling in her bosom a beautiful white pigeon . 66 ...
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111. oldal - Only waiting till the shadows Are a little longer grown ; Only waiting till the glimmer Of the day's last beam is flown ; Then from out the gathered darkness, Holy, deathless stars shall rise, By whose light my soul shall gladly Tread its pathway to the skies.
177. oldal - Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ; If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take ; And this I ask for Jesus
150. oldal - When you shall return to your country with a good character, you cannot fail of getting into some business that will in time enable you to pay all your debts. In that case, when you meet with another honest man in similar distress, you must pay me by lending this sum to him ; enjoining him to discharge the debt by a like operation, when he shall be able, and shall meet with such another opportunity. I hope it may thus go through many hands before it meets with a knave that will stop its progress.
18. oldal - You'd scarce expect one of my age, To speak in public on the stage ; And if I chance to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero, Don't view me with a critic's eye, But pass my imperfections by. Large streams from little fountains flow; Tall oaks from little acorns grow...
112. oldal - Till the night of earth is faded From the heart once full of day ; Till the stars of heaven are breaking Through the twilight soft and gray.
117. oldal - Resolve to edge in a little reading every day, if it is but a single sentence. If you gain fifteen minutes a day, it will make itself felt at the end of the year.
100. oldal - Of outward obstacles, opposing ought. Poor patriots ! — partly purchased, partly pressed, — Quite quaking, quickly " Quarter ! quarter ! " 'quest. Reason returns, religious right redounds, Suwarrow stops such sanguinary sounds. Truce to thee, Turkey !— Triumph to thy train...
172. oldal - If you find your task is hard, Try, try again; Time will bring you your reward, Try, try again; All that other folks can do, Why, with patience, should not you? Only keep this rule in view; TRY, TRY AGAIN.
135. oldal - ... up, and his horse began to run away. In the midst of the old man's trouble, there rushed by him, with loud shouts, a large party of boys, in a sleigh drawn by six horses. ' Turn out ! turn out, old fellow ! — Give us the road, old boy! — What will you take for your pony, old daddy' — Go it, frozen-nose! — What's the price of oats ? ' — were the various cries that met his ear. 10. " ' Pray do not frighten my horse!
122. oldal - Why do we live or die ? Who knows that secret deep ? Alas, not I ! Why doth the violet spring Unseen by human eye ? Why do the radiant seasons bring Sweet thoughts that quickly fly ? Why do our fond hearts cling To things that die ? We toil — through pain and wrong ; We fight— and fly; We love...