The Boy's Yearly BookS.O. Beeton, 1863 |
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... passed the door . When she was gone , Agatha sat down beside the couch of the child , and asked , " Has Martha told thee of the heretic , - Holy Mother , save us from the like ! -who was put to death to - day ? " " Yes ; everything ...
... passed the door . When she was gone , Agatha sat down beside the couch of the child , and asked , " Has Martha told thee of the heretic , - Holy Mother , save us from the like ! -who was put to death to - day ? " " Yes ; everything ...
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... passed to the opposite end of the chamber , where there was a small altar fitted up , a picture of the Virgin brightly coloured , a black ivory crucifix , and one or two saintly relics mounted in silver . There she lighted two wax ...
... passed to the opposite end of the chamber , where there was a small altar fitted up , a picture of the Virgin brightly coloured , a black ivory crucifix , and one or two saintly relics mounted in silver . There she lighted two wax ...
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... passed between Toby Porge and myself , it is , that even in candid confession we must " draw a line somewhere . " Let it suffice that the plan was deeply laid - that " Thoughts black , hands apt - and time agreeing , Confederate treason ...
... passed between Toby Porge and myself , it is , that even in candid confession we must " draw a line somewhere . " Let it suffice that the plan was deeply laid - that " Thoughts black , hands apt - and time agreeing , Confederate treason ...
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... passed them . Ah , my book will teach you better than this ; you'll soon have up those flowers , and plant leeks instead . A twelve- month will make a wonderful difference to you two . You'll be neat as nine - pins when I pass by again ...
... passed them . Ah , my book will teach you better than this ; you'll soon have up those flowers , and plant leeks instead . A twelve- month will make a wonderful difference to you two . You'll be neat as nine - pins when I pass by again ...
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... passed over the moon , and its shadow fell dark and drear over the cluster of little pixies gathered shrinkingly together on the tearful grass around their king . " We are passing away ! " said one voice , lifting up a wailing cry into ...
... passed over the moon , and its shadow fell dark and drear over the cluster of little pixies gathered shrinkingly together on the tearful grass around their king . " We are passing away ! " said one voice , lifting up a wailing cry into ...
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Anselmo answered Antipodes Island appeared Arangoiz arroyo asked beard beautiful Betty bird Blackfriars Theatre boots Brahmanandita Bruff called child colour cried dark door Dugald Electors Palatine eyes face father feet fire flowers followed gentleman give gold Halston hand head heard heart heavens honour horse Indians island J. J. Hartley J. J. Hissey John Milton king knew Krautz Lady Elizabeth Liebhart light lion live Lizzie look lord M. L. Marks Martha meal powder miles moon Mother Earth never night Nobbler parallax PENNY MAGAZINE Peter Bruff Peter Morrison pixies planet poor Prince prisoners round seemed Shakspeare Shrove Tuesday silver Similar replies smile stars stood story Stumf tell things Thomas Finlay thought tion told took town trees turned voice walked widow wife words young Zacky
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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...