The Smith College Monthly, 8. kötet

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113. oldal - A long pull, and a strong pull, and a pull all together ! [Cries, and drops his face on arm, upon table.
331. oldal - Not easily have we three come to this — We three who now are dead. Unwillingly They loved, unwillingly I slew them. Now I kiss them on the forehead quietly.
402. oldal - THERE was a little girl, who had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead, And when she was good, she was very, very good, But when she was bad she was horrid.
443. oldal - Of all the cants ^which are canted in this canting world, the cant of criticism is the most tormenting.
399. oldal - Is it good, friend ? ' ' It is bitter — bitter,' he answered ; ' But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.
260. oldal - Ask me concerning my sons; and concerning the works of my hands. ... I have created the earth, and created Man upon it. ... I have raised him up for righteousness, and I will direct all his ways. ... I will make a man more precious than fine gold : even than the golden wedge of Ophir.
544. oldal - THE answer of our Catechism next in order is the following — " The fall brought mankind into an estate of sin and misery." The chief design of this answer is to make the distribution of a subject, afterwards to be discussed. To say much upon it would only be to anticipate what is contained in the two subsequent answers. I shall therefore merely request you to observe the nature and manner of the statement made in this answer...
399. oldal - I saw a man pursuing the horizon ; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. "It is futile," I said, "You can never" — "You lie,
240. oldal - But I was thinking of a way To feed oneself on batter, And so go on from day to day Getting a little fatter. I shook him well from side to side, Until his face was blue: 'Come, tell me how you live,
401. oldal - I didn't mean your pocket, Mr, no: I mean that having children and a wife, With thirty bob on which to come and go, Isn't dancing to the tabor and the fife: When it doesn't make you drink, by Heaven!

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