Headland Home: Or, A Soul's PilgrimageJames Miller, 1868 - 346 oldal |
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11. oldal
... heard . The skies smile on the toil of the fisher ; the sea teems with life ; his nets are full ; he quenches his torch in the hissing waves , where so long ago the fire of that young maiden's love went out . He pulls his boat shoreward ...
... heard . The skies smile on the toil of the fisher ; the sea teems with life ; his nets are full ; he quenches his torch in the hissing waves , where so long ago the fire of that young maiden's love went out . He pulls his boat shoreward ...
13. oldal
... heard ; " that I should tell you , soul to soul , the story of my life . It is , so far as I can judge , an every - day experience only , yet it seems to have been full of changes for me . Such as it is , it shall be made known to you ...
... heard ; " that I should tell you , soul to soul , the story of my life . It is , so far as I can judge , an every - day experience only , yet it seems to have been full of changes for me . Such as it is , it shall be made known to you ...
21. oldal
... heard the monot- onous jarring of the oars between the thole - pins , and knew that we were shooting swiftly from the shore . Looking back , I saw my father still upon the beach , waving with his handkerchief a last adieu . Just then ...
... heard the monot- onous jarring of the oars between the thole - pins , and knew that we were shooting swiftly from the shore . Looking back , I saw my father still upon the beach , waving with his handkerchief a last adieu . Just then ...
22. oldal
... heard besides my mother's whispered prayer . I have listened to prayers , in fine churches , from the lips of men whose business it is to pray . I have heard prayers at the blessed family altar , where were gathered a happy band of ...
... heard besides my mother's whispered prayer . I have listened to prayers , in fine churches , from the lips of men whose business it is to pray . I have heard prayers at the blessed family altar , where were gathered a happy band of ...
62. oldal
... heard her talked of and was eager to see her . " She is in the next chamber just now , " replied my aunt , at the same time gently opening the door . She stepped into the room ; but I was stayed at the threshold by the vision of the ...
... heard her talked of and was eager to see her . " She is in the next chamber just now , " replied my aunt , at the same time gently opening the door . She stepped into the room ; but I was stayed at the threshold by the vision of the ...
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Headland Home: Or A Soul's Pilgrimage (1868) Emily Pierpont De Lesdernier Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2008 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
angel Apollyon apple-woman arms asked Aunt Clare beautiful Becky Tollman Berthold St better blessed brother called CHAPTER Cherub child comfort cousin Dame Coffin dared dark dead dear dear Ruth death Dido dream earnest Emile eyes face Fair angel father fear feel felt friends Gaston girl glad groomsman hand happy head heard heart heaven hope hour husband Jane Foster John Murray Judith knew leave light Lina lips live looked Mary Murray Miss Burton Mordan mother Murray never night once pain Passamaquoddy passed passion perhaps poor Quaker replied Ruth Nelby seemed silence sister smile sorrow soul speak spirit stood strange suffering sweet tears tell thing thought tion tivated Toady told took trembling Trevor trust uncle Venetia Hersey voice watch weary wife wild winter passed wish woman wonder words young
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209. oldal - Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet. With the sky above my head. And the grass beneath my feet ; For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
5. oldal - Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not. Over our manhood bend the skies; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies; With our faint hearts the mountain strives; Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.
208. oldal - Work, work, work, In the dull December light, And work, work, work, When the weather Is warm and bright, While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs, And twit me with the spring.
84. oldal - He will not only pardon, but pardon abundantly: for his thoughts are not as our thoughts, nor his ways as our ways.
180. oldal - He yet shall wipe away Creation's tears, And all the worlds shall summer in His smile. Why work I not ? The veriest mote that sports Its one-day life within the sunny beam Has its stern duties. Wherefore have I none ? I will throw off this dead and useless past, As a strong runner, straining for his life, Unclasps a mantle to the hungry winds. A mighty purpose rises large and slow From out the fluctuations of my soul, As, ghost-like, from the dim and tumbling sea Starts the completed moon.
73. oldal - The sense of death is most in apprehension; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great 80 As when a giant dies Claud.
13. oldal - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively...
124. oldal - Like a tale of little meaning tho' the words are strong; Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil. Sow the seed, and reap the harvest with enduring toil, Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine and oil; Till they perish and they suffer - some...
56. oldal - O ! mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
117. oldal - I'd have him bend the knee, And breathe to her the prayer he used to breathe to me. And tell him day by day life looks to me more dim : I falter when I pray, although I pray for him; And bid him, when I die, come to our favorite tree ; I shall not hear him sigh : then let him sigh for me.