My Heroine: A StoryD. Appleton & Company, 1871 - 99 oldal |
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29. oldal
... touching the pretty things on them , sitting down first on one chair , then on another , restlessly pacing up and down again , then with pardonable vanity surveying herself in the long pier - glass which reflected her from head to foot ...
... touching the pretty things on them , sitting down first on one chair , then on another , restlessly pacing up and down again , then with pardonable vanity surveying herself in the long pier - glass which reflected her from head to foot ...
38. oldal
... as she played with her child and clapped them , as she hoped he would by - and - by . They were ready to work , if need be ; they looked capable , though so small ; their touch was 39 " I have not seen my godson yet , 38 MY HEROINE .
... as she played with her child and clapped them , as she hoped he would by - and - by . They were ready to work , if need be ; they looked capable , though so small ; their touch was 39 " I have not seen my godson yet , 38 MY HEROINE .
42. oldal
... touching look in the dark eyes . ” — " Yes , there is a lurking melan- choly in them , " Mr. l'Estrange an- swered " something pleading and pathetic , in curious contrast to the arch fun which is dimpling the child- ish mouth . " Mr. l ...
... touching look in the dark eyes . ” — " Yes , there is a lurking melan- choly in them , " Mr. l'Estrange an- swered " something pleading and pathetic , in curious contrast to the arch fun which is dimpling the child- ish mouth . " Mr. l ...
46. oldal
... touch to the perfection of his hunting- attire . " Not that I am rich . It's all very well for you and Mrs. Trevelyan , with your rent - rolls and your landed estates , to talk of charity and of re- " O , Miss Osborn , my old governess ...
... touch to the perfection of his hunting- attire . " Not that I am rich . It's all very well for you and Mrs. Trevelyan , with your rent - rolls and your landed estates , to talk of charity and of re- " O , Miss Osborn , my old governess ...
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... touch of his ler's ? " | DEATH OF THE HEIR OF TREVELYAN . than a cottage. She was roused now , and , glancing at him with a scared look , said : " Are you really going ? Do you know there will be no one then to care whether baby dies or ...
... touch of his ler's ? " | DEATH OF THE HEIR OF TREVELYAN . than a cottage. She was roused now , and , glancing at him with a scared look , said : " Are you really going ? Do you know there will be no one then to care whether baby dies or ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
90. oldal - Behold, I send an Angel before thee, to keep thee in the way, and to bring thee into the place which I have prepared. Beware of him, and obey his voice, provoke him not ; for he will not pardon your transgressions : for my name is in him.
99. oldal - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
89. oldal - For the cloud of the LORD was upon the tabernacle by day, and fire was on it by night, in the sight of all the house of Israel, throughout all their journeys.
44. oldal - Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life. She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands. She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar.
45. oldal - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
93. oldal - THE peace of God, which passeth all understanding, keep your hearts and minds in the knowledge and love of God, and of His Son Jesus Christ our Lord : And the blessing of God Almighty, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, be amongst you and remain with you always.
88. oldal - For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his tabernacle : yea, in the secret place of his dwelling shall he hide me, and set me up upon a rock of stone.
91. oldal - But Jesus said unto them, Ye know not what ye ask: can ye drink of the cup that I drink of? and be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with?
97. oldal - Give him strength against all his temptations, and heal all his distempers. Break not the bruised reed, nor quench the smoking flax. Shut not up thy tender mercies in displeasure ; but make him to hear of joy and gladness, that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice. Deliver him from fear of the enemy, and lift up the light of thy countenance upon him, and give him peace, through the merits and mediation of Jesus Christ our Lord.
18. oldal - Sweet is true love tho' given in vain, in vain; And sweet is death who puts an end to pain: I know not which is sweeter, no, not I. Love, art thou sweet? then bitter death must be: Love, thou art bitter; sweet is death to me.