Sea-waifF. Warne, 1882 - 274 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 40 találatból.
7. oldal
... hope there'll be no wreck , " she answered , clasping her hands together . " And why not ? " he asked , fiercely . " There's been precious little sea - drift lately . " " But think of the poor people , " she answered . " What's the good ...
... hope there'll be no wreck , " she answered , clasping her hands together . " And why not ? " he asked , fiercely . " There's been precious little sea - drift lately . " " But think of the poor people , " she answered . " What's the good ...
14. oldal
... hope we shall be able to find his friends . And won't his mother be delighted , if she is living , to have him restored to her ! " " And suppose they ' re all dead - drownded , " said George ; " what then ? " " Oh , I don't know ...
... hope we shall be able to find his friends . And won't his mother be delighted , if she is living , to have him restored to her ! " " And suppose they ' re all dead - drownded , " said George ; " what then ? " " Oh , I don't know ...
22. oldal
... hope that when Zeke , as she always called him , became her husband she would be able to reform him . She would smooth down his rough ways and remodel his life . And while the honeymoon lasted she felt quite certain of success . But as ...
... hope that when Zeke , as she always called him , became her husband she would be able to reform him . She would smooth down his rough ways and remodel his life . And while the honeymoon lasted she felt quite certain of success . But as ...
40. oldal
... hope or expectation of his being claimed by his friends slowly vanished . The newspapers throughout the country had given all possible publicity to the story of his rescue , but nothing came of it , not a solitary inquiry ever reached ...
... hope or expectation of his being claimed by his friends slowly vanished . The newspapers throughout the country had given all possible publicity to the story of his rescue , but nothing came of it , not a solitary inquiry ever reached ...
46. oldal
... hope of finding him at home , for it was considerably past tea - time , and she knew that Tom had a true English boy's love for his meals , and always found his way home in time to sit down with the others . Hence it was with a feeling ...
... hope of finding him at home , for it was considerably past tea - time , and she knew that Tom had a true English boy's love for his meals , and always found his way home in time to sit down with the others . Hence it was with a feeling ...
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.