Temple Bar, Bind 108George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates Ward and Lock, 1896 |
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Side 3
... interest himself any further . He was walking back through the village , and met May there , who had been visiting . " I have just been to see Mr. Carlingford , " he said . May looked up quickly . " " " I didn't know- she began . " Oh ...
... interest himself any further . He was walking back through the village , and met May there , who had been visiting . " I have just been to see Mr. Carlingford , " he said . May looked up quickly . " " " I didn't know- she began . " Oh ...
Side 5
... interest , and he was no teetotaler . In fact , he made some rather knowing remarks on the subject of cellars , and the depreciated nature of corks nowadays . And May really was an admirable girl . " Why didn't that fool Tom fall in ...
... interest , and he was no teetotaler . In fact , he made some rather knowing remarks on the subject of cellars , and the depreciated nature of corks nowadays . And May really was an admirable girl . " Why didn't that fool Tom fall in ...
Side 6
... interest . So she fed on her own thoughts , and made quiet uneventful plans for the future . When one is young , difficulties produce a quicken- ing of the hand and pulse , not a tendency to give up , to be content with what is done ...
... interest . So she fed on her own thoughts , and made quiet uneventful plans for the future . When one is young , difficulties produce a quicken- ing of the hand and pulse , not a tendency to give up , to be content with what is done ...
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... interest , and the reader who has grasped in any measure the spirit of his works will be fain to watch eagerly the ... interests of his business , and during these absences her little son became Mrs. Clough's constant companion . She ...
... interest , and the reader who has grasped in any measure the spirit of his works will be fain to watch eagerly the ... interests of his business , and during these absences her little son became Mrs. Clough's constant companion . She ...
Side 40
... interest , the stirring events of the time . But he stayed too long ; the city fell into the hands of the enemy , and to quit it became impossible . To this incident we owe the " Amours de Voyage , " which , written in the first person ...
... interest , the stirring events of the time . But he stayed too long ; the city fell into the hands of the enemy , and to quit it became impossible . To this incident we owe the " Amours de Voyage , " which , written in the first person ...
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Side 391 - Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access, Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
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Side 536 - Paulo Purganti and his Wife." JOHNSON. " Sir, there is nothing there, but that his wife wanted to be kissed, when poor Paulo was out of pocket. No, Sir, Prior is a lady's book. No lady is ashamed to have it standing in her library.
Side 200 - ... his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold : Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
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Side 35 - It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so : That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not falL 'PERCHE PENSA?