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Side 20
... give thee joy ? " SCOTT'S Doom of Devorgoil . " By the fireside there are youthful dreamers , Building castles fair with stately stairways . " LONGFELLOW . In a few days Brian O'Neill became sufficiently do- mesticated in his uncle's ...
... give thee joy ? " SCOTT'S Doom of Devorgoil . " By the fireside there are youthful dreamers , Building castles fair with stately stairways . " LONGFELLOW . In a few days Brian O'Neill became sufficiently do- mesticated in his uncle's ...
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... give Brian the " ' rowing " he re- quested , for leading his little girl into mischief , Sibyl was not afraid that the reproof would be a very severe one . She bore her own very meekly , and acquiesced in the sentence which forbade her ...
... give Brian the " ' rowing " he re- quested , for leading his little girl into mischief , Sibyl was not afraid that the reproof would be a very severe one . She bore her own very meekly , and acquiesced in the sentence which forbade her ...
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... give up . His ' duty , ' for though but a little while before , that word had seemed to him the embodiment of everything tame and formal , and tiresome , he was now just beginning to recognize it as the watchword of all gallant Chris ...
... give up . His ' duty , ' for though but a little while before , that word had seemed to him the embodiment of everything tame and formal , and tiresome , he was now just beginning to recognize it as the watchword of all gallant Chris ...
Side 52
... give your gun into my care till you are older and steadier . Your aunt will not have a moment's peace while it remains in your possession . " " Oh dear , " said Brian in indignant consterna- tion , " why , Uncle Walter , I have had it ...
... give your gun into my care till you are older and steadier . Your aunt will not have a moment's peace while it remains in your possession . " " Oh dear , " said Brian in indignant consterna- tion , " why , Uncle Walter , I have had it ...
Side 53
... Give the gun here to me , and bring me what shot and powder you have . " Brian gave the gun a passionate swing in ... give them up now since you wish it , though I'm sure papa would have let me keep them , but you'll give them me back ...
... Give the gun here to me , and bring me what shot and powder you have . " Brian gave the gun a passionate swing in ... give them up now since you wish it , though I'm sure papa would have let me keep them , but you'll give them me back ...
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afraid Allegory amused Annette answer Archibald Edmonstone aunt Austin beautiful better Branscombe Branscombe's Brian Brian O'Neill called Carstone child Christian Church cloth Cousin Margaret COUSIN RACHEL dear edition exclaimed eyes face fancy father Fcap feel give glad grave happy Harold head hear heard heart holy hope Iamblichus inquired kind lady laughing lesson Lettice little girl look mamma Martyr of Antioch Master mean Merivale Merivale's merry Mildred Mildred's Millie mind Miss Devereux mother naughty never North Lyon O'Neill Orania orphanage orphans papa perhaps Phil Philip Philip Merivale poor little prayers quiet replied round seemed Sibbie Sibyl Sibylla Sir Leonard smile sorry STEPHEN'S DAYS Story Sunday sure sweet Tale talk tell thing thought told tone turned Uncle Walter Vale Moir vicar vicarage voice walk wild wish words young
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Side 303 - He gave us eyes to see them, and lips that we might tell how great is God almighty, who has made all things well...
Side 172 - ... cold dispute Of what is fit, and not. Forsake thy cage, Thy rope of sands, Which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee Good cable, to enforce and draw, And be thy law, While thou didst wink and wouldst not see. Away; take heed: I will abroad. Call in thy death's head there: tie up thy fears. He that forbears To suit and serve his need, Deserves his load. But as I raved and grew more fierce and wild At every word, Methought I heard one calling, Child. And I replied, My Lord.
Side 172 - THE COLLAR I STRUCK the board, and cried, no more; I will abroad. What? shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free ; free as the road, Loose as the wind, as large as store. , Shall I be still in suit? Have I no harvest but a thorn To let me blood, and not restore What I have lost with cordial fruit? Sure there was wine, Before my sighs did dry it : there was corn, Before my tears did drown it. Is the year only lost to me? Have I no bays to crown...
Side 402 - Stories on the Festivals,'' &c. Fcap. 8vo. is. ION LESTER. A Tale of True Friendship. ByC.HH Fcap. 8vo. 4s. 6d. A Tale of one who, born to riches and with every inducement to make this world his chief concern, yet devotes himself nobly to the good of his friends and people, and passes unhurt through all the flattery and luxury consequent on his position. Ivo AND VERENA; or, the Snowdrop. By the Author of "Cousin Rachel.
Side 68 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.