Clouds that PassS.W. Partridge & Company, 1898 - 320 страница |
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... head , my grave father confessor . I was very good , I assure you . " At last we started , and in an hour or two neared the old place . And then , would you believe it ? such a cowardly shrinking came over me , and I wanted to rush back ...
... head , my grave father confessor . I was very good , I assure you . " At last we started , and in an hour or two neared the old place . And then , would you believe it ? such a cowardly shrinking came over me , and I wanted to rush back ...
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... head contained a brain far above the ordinary . Yet , I shall have to confess that when the news crept out that he had disposed of his practice , and was intending to sail for Australia , the fact created very little stir in the town ...
... head contained a brain far above the ordinary . Yet , I shall have to confess that when the news crept out that he had disposed of his practice , and was intending to sail for Australia , the fact created very little stir in the town ...
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... head reprovingly . " Don't form hasty conclusions , Miss Cranston , " she said , gaily ; " ask your aunt her opinion of Mrs Vaughn . Of course you have heard of Mrs Derrick . " C " The name sounds familiar , certainly ; who is she ...
... head reprovingly . " Don't form hasty conclusions , Miss Cranston , " she said , gaily ; " ask your aunt her opinion of Mrs Vaughn . Of course you have heard of Mrs Derrick . " C " The name sounds familiar , certainly ; who is she ...
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... head from the bucket , and was licking Mona's hand . " He's only thanking me , he always does that . " " Oh , steady , Mona ! " " But he does , Hal ; see , he's quite contented now . What do you think he did the other day ? " Couldn't ...
... head from the bucket , and was licking Mona's hand . " He's only thanking me , he always does that . " " Oh , steady , Mona ! " " But he does , Hal ; see , he's quite contented now . What do you think he did the other day ? " Couldn't ...
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... heads . Wake up , old chap , " Mr Gwynne said , as the heavy eyelids unclosed languidly ; " we are nearly there . " The gentleman opposite , who had been so silent all the way , put down his Argus , and leant forward . " Is this ...
... heads . Wake up , old chap , " Mr Gwynne said , as the heavy eyelids unclosed languidly ; " we are nearly there . " The gentleman opposite , who had been so silent all the way , put down his Argus , and leant forward . " Is this ...
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Страница 75 - How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths; Beneath her steady ray The desert circle spreads, Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. How beautiful is night!
Страница 316 - Tis as easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue, — 'Tis the natural way of living: Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache...
Страница 7 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, 80 And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Страница 117 - Her lot is on you !— silent tears to weep, And patient smiles to wear through suffering's hour, And sumless riches, from affection's deep, To pour on broken reeds— a wasted shower ! And to make idols, and to find them clay, And to bewail that worship — therefore pray!
Страница 3 - And deemed the deep opake would blot her beams; But, melting like a wreath of snow, it hangs In folds of wavy silver round, and clothes The orb with richer beauties than her own, Then passing, leaves her in her light serene.