Sea-waifF. Warne, 1882 - 274 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 58 találatból.
2. oldal
... face that caught the last reflection of the dying day , though it surmounted a strong and well - knit frame . The eyes , as we have said , were small and keen , with a twinkle in them at times that was almost sinister . The forehead was ...
... face that caught the last reflection of the dying day , though it surmounted a strong and well - knit frame . The eyes , as we have said , were small and keen , with a twinkle in them at times that was almost sinister . The forehead was ...
14. oldal
... face behind her apron , began to cry . She did not indulge in this luxury to any great length , however ; there were too many matters that required immediate attention . Clothes had to be found for the little waif that had been rescued ...
... face behind her apron , began to cry . She did not indulge in this luxury to any great length , however ; there were too many matters that required immediate attention . Clothes had to be found for the little waif that had been rescued ...
15. oldal
... face of the child . Never for a moment did he with- draw his steady gaze , but at the first cry from the little sufferer he leaped to his feet , licked the hands of the child three or four times over , gave a series of low yelps , and ...
... face of the child . Never for a moment did he with- draw his steady gaze , but at the first cry from the little sufferer he leaped to his feet , licked the hands of the child three or four times over , gave a series of low yelps , and ...
17. oldal
... face - that of his dog - in this house of strangers , seemed to banish the last fear and care from his heart , and closing his eyes he patted softly the head of the faithful animal , murmuring now and then , " Good old Prince ! " and so ...
... face - that of his dog - in this house of strangers , seemed to banish the last fear and care from his heart , and closing his eyes he patted softly the head of the faithful animal , murmuring now and then , " Good old Prince ! " and so ...
21. oldal
... face for days and days , her parents would say , " Mary's dreadfully sensitive , but she'll get hardened to it in time . ” But somehow she never did " get hardened to it . " As she got older she became even more sensitive , if possible ...
... face for days and days , her parents would say , " Mary's dreadfully sensitive , but she'll get hardened to it in time . ” But somehow she never did " get hardened to it . " As she got older she became even more sensitive , if possible ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Adventures ain't answered asked Aunt Mary BEDFORD STREET better Blue Anchor boat child cliffs cloth gilt cottage crown 8vo dark Ditto drifted eagerly Edited eyes Ezekiel Blight face faithful Prince father fcap feet felt FREDERICK WARNE Friendly's George and Jane GEORGE FYLER TOWNSEND gilt edges glad gone hand head heard heart hope hour Illustrations knew length living look MADAME DELPHINE Mary Blight matter Morley morning mother never night once Pengargle Cove Penware poaching POETICAL poor Port Aaron Prince R. M. BALLANTYNE reply rocks round Rowse rushed SAMUEL CROXALL seemed seen sight silence sleep Sophy Sophy's Spring Hollow Squire story strange Sunday sure Swiss Family Robinson tell thing thought Tom Ross Tom's Trebarton turned vessel voice wait walked Warne's watching Watty Juleff wind wonder young young cove Zeke
Népszerű szakaszok
12. oldal - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
187. oldal - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
159. oldal - For Him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown His head ; His name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice.
167. oldal - The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
177. oldal - Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave we're driven, And Fancy's flash, and Reason's ray, Serve but to light the troubled way — There's nothing calm but Heaven I OH THOU WHO DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR.
223. oldal - They perish where they have their birth ; But love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From heaven it came, to heaven returneth ; Too oft on earth a troubled guest, At times deceived, at times opprest, It here is tried and purified, Then hath in heaven its perfect rest : It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest-time of Love is there.
210. oldal - We spake of many a vanished scene, Of what we once had thought and said, Of what had been and might have been, And who was changed and who was dead...
94. oldal - Better to hope, though the clouds hang low, And to keep the eyes still lifted; For the sweet blue sky will soon peep through, When the ominous clouds are rifted! There was never a night without a day, Or an evening without a morning, And the darkest hour, as the proverb goes, Is the hour before the dawning.