Katie Johnstone's Cross: A Canadian TaleJ. Campbell, 1870 - 207 oldal |
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... morning was just beginning to brighten up the village of Lynford , and show against the clear frosty sky the wreath- ing plumes of smoke that ascended from the hete- rogeneous cluster of houses which lay straggled along the river - bank ...
... morning was just beginning to brighten up the village of Lynford , and show against the clear frosty sky the wreath- ing plumes of smoke that ascended from the hete- rogeneous cluster of houses which lay straggled along the river - bank ...
2. oldal
... morning meal . She could re- member when it had been otherwise ; but her mother was often ailing now , ever since Hughie had been laid in his little grave under the pine - trees ; and " papa - well , papa was often very strange now ...
... morning meal . She could re- member when it had been otherwise ; but her mother was often ailing now , ever since Hughie had been laid in his little grave under the pine - trees ; and " papa - well , papa was often very strange now ...
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... morning's work , her persevering , loving efforts to soothe the capricious fret- fulness of a gloomy , dispirited man , sunk into morning misery in the reaction resulting from the excitement of evening dissipation , but who had been the ...
... morning's work , her persevering , loving efforts to soothe the capricious fret- fulness of a gloomy , dispirited man , sunk into morning misery in the reaction resulting from the excitement of evening dissipation , but who had been the ...
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... morning of Katie's accident she had seen nothing of the dog , of which , indeed , in her overpowering anxiety for Katie , she had scarcely thought . Now , however , knowing what a grief it would be for Katie , and how hard to bear in ...
... morning of Katie's accident she had seen nothing of the dog , of which , indeed , in her overpowering anxiety for Katie , she had scarcely thought . Now , however , knowing what a grief it would be for Katie , and how hard to bear in ...
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... morning , when the familiar ring an- nounced the doctor's arrival , Katie , as she lay listening for his step , was surprised to hear the pattering of little feet , and the silvery tones of a childish voice accompanying it . In walked ...
... morning , when the familiar ring an- nounced the doctor's arrival , Katie , as she lay listening for his step , was surprised to hear the pattering of little feet , and the silvery tones of a childish voice accompanying it . In walked ...
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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.