The Boy's Yearly BookS.O. Beeton, 1863 |
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... followed suit , of course . Toby Porge found refuge in his stolidity . When caught and captured , in the height of my terror , I cast a look towards him , and could almost have burst out into a roar of laughter at the expression of his ...
... followed suit , of course . Toby Porge found refuge in his stolidity . When caught and captured , in the height of my terror , I cast a look towards him , and could almost have burst out into a roar of laughter at the expression of his ...
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... followed him . * * * That day fortnight Thord Overaas and his son were rowing across the fjord to visit the Storliden family , and make the necessary arrangements for the approaching wedding . It was a still summer's evening , and there ...
... followed him . * * * That day fortnight Thord Overaas and his son were rowing across the fjord to visit the Storliden family , and make the necessary arrangements for the approaching wedding . It was a still summer's evening , and there ...
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... followed him as a dog might have followed , with a blind trust and unshaken devotion . Pax vobiscum ! " said the priest , " you must pardon me , my dear friends , for disturbing you this evening ; believe me , I would not have done so ...
... followed him as a dog might have followed , with a blind trust and unshaken devotion . Pax vobiscum ! " said the priest , " you must pardon me , my dear friends , for disturbing you this evening ; believe me , I would not have done so ...
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... followed him to her father's private room . Stumf tapped as lightly as he could ; there was no reply , but after a few moments the door was opened by Anselmo , radiant and smiling as an extatic saint on a church window . He stretched ...
... followed him to her father's private room . Stumf tapped as lightly as he could ; there was no reply , but after a few moments the door was opened by Anselmo , radiant and smiling as an extatic saint on a church window . He stretched ...
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... , who said it was a bad case - inflammation - and that he could not tell what might be the re- sult . Dark days were those that followed . Now better , now worse ; now sinking so low that the old man watching by his side thought he. ( 37 )
... , who said it was a bad case - inflammation - and that he could not tell what might be the re- sult . Dark days were those that followed . Now better , now worse ; now sinking so low that the old man watching by his side thought he. ( 37 )
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Страница 254 - ... they were stoned, they were sawn asunder, were tempted, were slain with the sword, they wandered about in sheep-skins and goat-skins, being destitute, afflicted, tormented, (of whom the world was not worthy,) they wandered in deserts, and in mountains, and in dens, and caves of the earth.
Страница 267 - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune ! In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Страница 270 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down...
Страница 57 - And the Gileadites took the passages of Jordan before the Ephraimites : and it was so, that when those Ephraimites which were escaped said, Let me go over ; that the men of Gilead said unto him, Art thou an Ephraimite ? If he said, Nay ; then said they unto him, Say now Shibboleth : and he said Sibboleth : for he could not frame to pronounce it right. Then they took him, and slew him at the passages of Jordan : and there fell at that time of the Ephraimites forty and two thousand.
Страница 283 - Woe unto you that are full! for ye shall hunger. Woe unto you that laugh now! for ye shall mourn and weep. 26 Woe unto you, when all men shall speak well of you! for so did their fathers to the false prophets.
Страница 121 - I AM old and blind! Men point at me as smitten by God's frown; Afflicted and deserted of my kind, Yet I am not cast down. I am weak, yet strong; I murmur not that I no longer see; Poor, old, and helpless, I the more belong, Father Supreme! to thee.
Страница 294 - Hear my prayer, O Lord, and with Thine ears consider my calling : hold not Thy peace at my tears. For I am a stranger with Thee : and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Страница 80 - Nay, I can tell you more," said Wamba, in the same tone; there is old Alderman Ox continues to hold his Saxon epithet, while he is under the charge of serfs and bondsmen such as thou, but becomes Beef, a fiery French gallant, when he arrives before the worshipful jaws that are destined to consume him. Mynheer Calf, too, becomes Monsieur de Veau in the like manner; he is Saxon when he requires tendance, and takes a Norman name when he becomes matter of enjoyment.
Страница 314 - A SPIRIT haunts the year's last hours Dwelling amid these yellowing bowers : To himself he talks; For at eventide, listening earnestly, At his work you may hear him sob and sigh In the walks; Earthward he boweth the heavy stalks Of the mouldering flowers : Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i' the earth so chilly; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger-lily.
Страница 95 - I loved the man, and do honour his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any. He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature; had an excellent phantasy, brave notions, and gentle expressions...