Margaret: A Story of Life in a Prairie HomeC. Scribner, 1868 - 360 oldal |
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5. oldal
... body . There was little in the scene upon which Margaret Crosby had been looking out for the last half hour , with her elbow on the window - sill , and her chin in her hand , to at- tract and interest one . Even when brightened by ...
... body . There was little in the scene upon which Margaret Crosby had been looking out for the last half hour , with her elbow on the window - sill , and her chin in her hand , to at- tract and interest one . Even when brightened by ...
19. oldal
... body that greatly edified the boys . " Who made you ? " asked George , curious to know how far her religious education had progressed . " Specks Massa Linkum did ; he made mos ' all de brack folks . " The boys were too much horrified at ...
... body that greatly edified the boys . " Who made you ? " asked George , curious to know how far her religious education had progressed . " Specks Massa Linkum did ; he made mos ' all de brack folks . " The boys were too much horrified at ...
27. oldal
... body , " she said , turning to him , as the boys ran out of the room . Mr. Skinner coughed , and seeming to consider his feet in the way of his conversing with freedom , tucked them back as far as he could under his chair . " Are you ...
... body , " she said , turning to him , as the boys ran out of the room . Mr. Skinner coughed , and seeming to consider his feet in the way of his conversing with freedom , tucked them back as far as he could under his chair . " Are you ...
36. oldal
... body or y heart that you are ailing , but I know there is a trou somewhere , and if there is any thing I can do to relieve you will tell me ? ” " Thank you , there is nothing - if you will let me rest little while . " " That you shall ...
... body or y heart that you are ailing , but I know there is a trou somewhere , and if there is any thing I can do to relieve you will tell me ? ” " Thank you , there is nothing - if you will let me rest little while . " " That you shall ...
43. oldal
... body but himself , when he had shovelled paths for Bridget's convenience in hanging out the clothes , he saddled a horse and went for Dr. Somers . " Father , " said Margaret , as Mr. Crosby turned to leave the room , " will you have ...
... body but himself , when he had shovelled paths for Bridget's convenience in hanging out the clothes , he saddled a horse and went for Dr. Somers . " Father , " said Margaret , as Mr. Crosby turned to leave the room , " will you have ...
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afraid ain't answered Margaret asked Margaret Aunt Clara Aunt Margaret Aunty better Biddy boys bright busy child Chloe Claudia comfort crimson room Davis dear dinner Doane Doane's doctor door dress exclaimed eyes face Fanny Fanny's farm father feel felt garet gave George and Jack give glad hand happy head hear heard heart hope Janet JEAN INGELOW Jonesville Jotham Kinney kitchen knew Larisse laughing leave little Margie live look Louis Lucinda Mademoiselle mind Miss Crosby Miss Marg'et Miss Patty Moresville morning mother muslin Nance never night Patty's Philip poor replied Margaret Robert Robert Russell Rockdale Russell Russell's Sarelli Scylla seemed sister Skinner smile Somers soon stood suppose sure sweet talk tell thing Thorne thought to-day told took Truffles Ventnor voice wait walk wish wonder
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208. oldal - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
83. oldal - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
70. oldal - The healing of his seamless dress Is by our beds of pain; We touch him in life's throng and press, And we are whole again.
226. oldal - Nor long summer bide so late ; And I could grow on like the foxglove and aster, For some things are ill to wait. I wait for the day when dear hearts shall discover, While dear hands are laid on my head ; ' The child is a woman, the book may close over, For all the lessons are said.
5. oldal - Blessing she is : God made her so, And deeds of weekday holiness Fall from her noiseless as the snow, Nor hath she ever chanced to know That aught were easier than to bless.
49. oldal - Knowing this, that never yet Share of Truth was vainly set In the world's wide fallow; After hands shall sow the seed, After hands from hill and mead Reap, the harvests yellow.
226. oldal - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
298. oldal - My name to me a sadness wears, No murmurs cross my mind. Now God be thanked for these thick tears, Which show, of those departed years, Sweet memories left behind.
12. oldal - Each in his hidden sphere of joy or woe Our hermit spirits dwell, and range apart, Our eyes see all around in gloom or glow Hues of their own, fresh borrowed from the heart.
97. oldal - For while he wrought with strenuous will The work his hands had found to do, He heard the fitful music still Of winds that out of dream-land blew.