RutledgeCarleton, publisher, 1862 - 504 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 74 találatból.
8. oldal
... voice , " I'm certain of it ! " And for three dreadful minutes of suspense we stood motionless , holding our breath , and watching for the first token of the approach of the messen- ger who should confirm or confute our forebodings . At ...
... voice , " I'm certain of it ! " And for three dreadful minutes of suspense we stood motionless , holding our breath , and watching for the first token of the approach of the messen- ger who should confirm or confute our forebodings . At ...
10. oldal
... voice , my alarm began to subside , and my scared senses , after fluttering hopelessly about , like a dislodged prood of swallows , began at last to collect themselves again , and resume their proper functions . By degrees I began to ...
... voice , my alarm began to subside , and my scared senses , after fluttering hopelessly about , like a dislodged prood of swallows , began at last to collect themselves again , and resume their proper functions . By degrees I began to ...
14. oldal
... voice to say a single word of sympathy , however commonplace , I thought it would have made the night endurable . But among the sleepy , senseless crowd around , the only one I had a right to expect attention from , or to whom I was ...
... voice to say a single word of sympathy , however commonplace , I thought it would have made the night endurable . But among the sleepy , senseless crowd around , the only one I had a right to expect attention from , or to whom I was ...
26. oldal
... voice , still as if I were about eight years old . " Your room will be ready in a few moments , and I think you will be more comfortable there than in this old - fashioned retreat of Mrs. Roberts ' . Hair - cloth and mahogany are Father ...
... voice , still as if I were about eight years old . " Your room will be ready in a few moments , and I think you will be more comfortable there than in this old - fashioned retreat of Mrs. Roberts ' . Hair - cloth and mahogany are Father ...
27. oldal
... voice and to be served by her strong young arms . She must , I think , have had strict orders not to leave me ; for after everything in the way of arranging the pillows and smoothing the blankets , and adjusting everything in the ...
... voice and to be served by her strong young arms . She must , I think , have had strict orders not to leave me ; for after everything in the way of arranging the pillows and smoothing the blankets , and adjusting everything in the ...
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afraid answered Arnold asked Aunt Edith Babie Bell balusters Beech Grove better bombazine bull-baiting captain carriage cheeks child Churchill cold companion cried dance dark doctor domino door downstairs dread dress ejaculated Ellerton Essie Esther exclaimed eyes face fancy fear feel Félicie fête champêtre Frances gave girl Grace hall hand head heard heart hope horses hour hurried impatience Josephine Josephine's Kitty Kitty's knew laugh light lips look mamma McGuffy Michael mind minutes miserable Miss morning morning dress never night Norbury Olman passed paused Phil piazza pretty remember Roberts Rutledge Rutledge's seemed Shenstone smile sorrel horse stairs started stood strange sure talk tears tell there's thing thought Tigre told tone turned upstairs Victor Viennet voice waiting walk watched whispered window Windy Hill words Wynkar young lady
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84. oldal - And Jesus answering said, Were there not ten cleansed ? but where are the nine ? There are not found that returned to give glory to God, save this stranger.
82. oldal - The Sundays of man's life, Threaded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King. On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope ; Blessings are plentiful and rife, More plentiful than hope.
209. oldal - Round turned he, as not deigning Those craven ranks to see ; Nought spake he to Lars Porsena To Sextus nought spake he ; But he saw on Palatinus The white porch of his home ; And he spake to the noble river That rolls by the towers of Rome. "Oh Tiber! father Tiber! To whom the Romans pray, A Roman's life, a Roman's arms, Take thou in charge this day!
138. oldal - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
366. oldal - And as the dove to far Palmyra flying From where her native founts of Antioch beam, Weary, exhausted, longing, panting, sighing, Lights sadly at the desert's bitter stream ; So many a soul, o'er life's drear desert faring, Love's pure congenial spring unfound, unquaffed, Suffers — recoils — then thirsty and despairing Of what it would, descends and sips the nearest draught ! * MARIA Go WEN BROOKS (MARIA DEL OCCIDENTE).
108. oldal - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
376. oldal - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
142. oldal - Oh, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive!
376. oldal - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.