Sea-waifF. Warne, 1882 - 274 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 17 találatból.
17. oldal
... strange child asleep upon her lap , and the large empty basket upon the floor , in speechless amaze- ment . Then , with a savage oath , he demanded what it all meant . " Why , Zeke , how can you ask such a question ? " said his wife ...
... strange child asleep upon her lap , and the large empty basket upon the floor , in speechless amaze- ment . Then , with a savage oath , he demanded what it all meant . " Why , Zeke , how can you ask such a question ? " said his wife ...
29. oldal
... strange place with strange people . Still , even that did not trouble him very much . They would soon come back and fetch him , he had no doubt , and in the meanwhile the little fellow seemed quite disposed to make himself comfortable ...
... strange place with strange people . Still , even that did not trouble him very much . They would soon come back and fetch him , he had no doubt , and in the meanwhile the little fellow seemed quite disposed to make himself comfortable ...
44. oldal
... strange feeling in her heart as of coming evil . The children were no- where visible from the doorway , which , doubtless , accounted for the strange quiet of the afternoon . So she walked across to the end of the farmyard , where she ...
... strange feeling in her heart as of coming evil . The children were no- where visible from the doorway , which , doubtless , accounted for the strange quiet of the afternoon . So she walked across to the end of the farmyard , where she ...
49. oldal
... strange reason . While the tide was low she had been picturing the child lying upon the rocks some- where beneath the cliffs - mortally hurt but not dead , too weak to cry but not to suffer ; and should the tide remain low for a week ...
... strange reason . While the tide was low she had been picturing the child lying upon the rocks some- where beneath the cliffs - mortally hurt but not dead , too weak to cry but not to suffer ; and should the tide remain low for a week ...
58. oldal
... times , and wondered what had become of his voice . Did any sound escape his lips , or was his voice lost among the echoes of the sea ? He did not know , only it seemed very strange . Strange , too , the chills 58 SEA - WAIF .
... times , and wondered what had become of his voice . Did any sound escape his lips , or was his voice lost among the echoes of the sea ? He did not know , only it seemed very strange . Strange , too , the chills 58 SEA - WAIF .
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.