Romantic tales, by the author of 'John Halifax, gentleman'. |
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... suffering or joy ; for now both are alike written goldenly on this happy heart of mine . I had been ill for a long time - indeed , from my youth up I have rarely known the blessing of continuous health . But though this circumstance ...
... suffering or joy ; for now both are alike written goldenly on this happy heart of mine . I had been ill for a long time - indeed , from my youth up I have rarely known the blessing of continuous health . But though this circumstance ...
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... suffered ! How I yearned to lay my cheek on the dear hand I held , and pray her to take my poor dying head to her bosom , and let my last breath utter the life - long love which on earth might never be fulfilled . But I uttered it not ...
... suffered ! How I yearned to lay my cheek on the dear hand I held , and pray her to take my poor dying head to her bosom , and let my last breath utter the life - long love which on earth might never be fulfilled . But I uttered it not ...
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... suffer , better - better a thousand times , that I should suffer with you than apart . " And she sank once more on her knees beside me . " Oh , Wilfred my only comfort - my only hope in this world- cast me not from you . Let me be your ...
... suffer , better - better a thousand times , that I should suffer with you than apart . " And she sank once more on her knees beside me . " Oh , Wilfred my only comfort - my only hope in this world- cast me not from you . Let me be your ...
11. oldal
... suffered , then , " whispered Lilias ' tender voice . " Few men long so ardently for another world , as they whose hope is gone from this . But I must not speak of these things now : all are past - long past . Why did you make me think ...
... suffered , then , " whispered Lilias ' tender voice . " Few men long so ardently for another world , as they whose hope is gone from this . But I must not speak of these things now : all are past - long past . Why did you make me think ...
12. oldal
... suffering famine and drought , fire and wreck ; yet never , oh ! never , have I touched the land of the blest . But , hark you ! " and he caught my hand- " I know they are here , in this very ocean . I see them sometimes - at sunset ...
... suffering famine and drought , fire and wreck ; yet never , oh ! never , have I touched the land of the blest . But , hark you ! " and he caught my hand- " I know they are here , in this very ocean . I see them sometimes - at sunset ...
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Romantic Tales, by the Author of 'John Halifax, Gentleman' Dinah Maria Craik Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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37. oldal - For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.
136. oldal - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great, and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory!
173. oldal - O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice ; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
85. oldal - Still roll ; where all the aspects of misery Predominate; whose strong effects are such As he must bear, being powerless to redress; And that unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man...
117. oldal - Lives of great men all remind us "We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footsteps on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
112. oldal - THE high mass of Easter was being celebrated in Haarlem Cathedral. The deep-toned organ poured forth its volume of sound, the censers gave out their incense, and the priests murmured the low monotonous prayers of a religion whose mysterious beauty appeals to the heart, more than to the understanding.
142. oldal - If there be one who need bemoan His kindred laid in earth, The household hearts that were his own, It is the man of mirth. My days, my friend, are almost gone; My life has been approved, And many love me ; but by none Am I enough beloved.