Katie Johnstone's Cross: A Canadian TaleJ. Campbell, 1870 - 207 oldal |
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50. oldal
... Caroline either , who was almost as old as Miss Grey . " It isn't the pleasantest thing in the world , certainly , " Helen replied , quietly ; " but it would be much less pleasant to think that one was not doing what one ought . ' I was ...
... Caroline either , who was almost as old as Miss Grey . " It isn't the pleasantest thing in the world , certainly , " Helen replied , quietly ; " but it would be much less pleasant to think that one was not doing what one ought . ' I was ...
100. oldal
... Caroline returned to her novel , though she looked up occasionally to address a remark to Katie , who was very well contented to do nothing but sit still and enjoy the lovely scene and the exquisite evening . Before Arthur had finished ...
... Caroline returned to her novel , though she looked up occasionally to address a remark to Katie , who was very well contented to do nothing but sit still and enjoy the lovely scene and the exquisite evening . Before Arthur had finished ...
101. oldal
... Caroline went in and sang some of her songs , while the others remained in the soft dusk , listening to the sweet sounds as they came floating out through the open windows . To Katie the whole evening was full of new and pleasant ...
... Caroline went in and sang some of her songs , while the others remained in the soft dusk , listening to the sweet sounds as they came floating out through the open windows . To Katie the whole evening was full of new and pleasant ...
103. oldal
... Caroline - who was seen flitting about for half - an - hour among the flowers , in her pretty summer morning dress and straw hat , looking , as Katie thought , with her bright fair hair and light graceful figure , " like a picture in a ...
... Caroline - who was seen flitting about for half - an - hour among the flowers , in her pretty summer morning dress and straw hat , looking , as Katie thought , with her bright fair hair and light graceful figure , " like a picture in a ...
104. oldal
... Caroline , and pleasantly as she talked , Katie felt instinctively that she could never hold converse with her as she did with Helen ; and that the whole range of subjects which she and Helen liked best to discuss , touching the really ...
... Caroline , and pleasantly as she talked , Katie felt instinctively that she could never hold converse with her as she did with Helen ; and that the whole range of subjects which she and Helen liked best to discuss , touching the really ...
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afternoon Arthur asked Katie beautiful better Bible bright Caroline Christ Christian Church of England Clara Winstanley comfort Covenanters deal dear delight doctor Dr Elliott Duncan early earnest Egan enjoy excited eyes faithless father feared feel girls give glad happy hard heart Helen Grey hope interest Jim Egan Jim's Johnstone Johnstone's Katie felt Katie thought Katie's kind lassie lessons listen look Lynford mamma Martha mind Miss Fleming Miss Fleming's Miss Grey Miss Katie morning mother Ned's never pain papa Pine Grove pleasant pleasure poor Katie pretty prize quiet realise replied Helen rience Roman Catholic Church Russell scarcely seemed smiling soon stay sure Sweet day sweet fern talk tell things tired told tone trouble verandah village walk watch wind wish wonder young young rascal
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191. oldal - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend?
191. oldal - But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou seest — if indeed I go — (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
40. oldal - Lord of my heart, by Thy last cry, Let not Thy blood on earth be spent ! Lo, at Thy feet I fainting lie, Mine eyes upon Thy wounds are bent, Upon Thy streaming wounds my weary eyes Wait like the parched earth on April skies. Wash me, and dry these bitter tears, O let my heart no further roam, 'Tis Thine by vows and hopes and fears Long since — O call Thy wanderer home ; To that dear home, safe in Thy wounded side, Where only broken hearts their sin and shame may hide.
191. oldal - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
191. oldal - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils Himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
63. oldal - A servant with this clause makes drudgery divine; who sweeps a room, as for thy laws, makes that and the action fine.
191. oldal - So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull...
54. oldal - I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know ; I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go.
56. oldal - Wherever in the world I am, In whatsoe'er estate, I have a fellowship with hearts To keep and cultivate, And a work of lowly love to do, For the Lord on whom I wait...
20. oldal - SOURCE of my life's refreshing springs, Whose presence in my heart sustains me, Thy love appoints me pleasant things, Thy mercy orders all that pains me. If loving hearts were never lonely, If all they wish might always be, Accepting what they look for only, They might be glad, but not in thee.