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... prompted his assertion . " Good - bye ! " she said , with an answering smile . " I suppose I shall see you at church , either this evening , or to - morrow morning , shall I not ? " Why , it is not Sunday , nor will be PLAY AND EARNEST . 7.
... prompted his assertion . " Good - bye ! " she said , with an answering smile . " I suppose I shall see you at church , either this evening , or to - morrow morning , shall I not ? " Why , it is not Sunday , nor will be PLAY AND EARNEST . 7.
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... suppose you think yourself too fine to have an uncle a mer- chant ; but you will find it is better in these times to be a rich merchant than a starving landowner . " " If you mean papa " -began Brian , flushing scarlet . " No , no ...
... suppose you think yourself too fine to have an uncle a mer- chant ; but you will find it is better in these times to be a rich merchant than a starving landowner . " " If you mean papa " -began Brian , flushing scarlet . " No , no ...
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... suppose my aunt will be there then too . Do you like her , Sibyl ? I don't think I will much . " " I hope you will , she is very kind , " said Sibyl guardedly . " So you won't tell me what you think . " " No , because if I do I shall ...
... suppose my aunt will be there then too . Do you like her , Sibyl ? I don't think I will much . " " I hope you will , she is very kind , " said Sibyl guardedly . " So you won't tell me what you think . " " No , because if I do I shall ...
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... suppose you were a great hero , mamma , like Hector , or Leonidas , or the Black Prince ; and suppose you were to die just when you were victo- rious , and when you hadn't had a bit of earthly praise , or grandeur , or reward , or ...
... suppose you were a great hero , mamma , like Hector , or Leonidas , or the Black Prince ; and suppose you were to die just when you were victo- rious , and when you hadn't had a bit of earthly praise , or grandeur , or reward , or ...
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... suppose Signor Harold never condescends to be merry , " she said , advancing with a curtsey of mock respect . " Alas , that your Highness's eyes should have been offended by such a plebeian spectacle as an Irish jig ! Accept our ...
... suppose Signor Harold never condescends to be merry , " she said , advancing with a curtsey of mock respect . " Alas , that your Highness's eyes should have been offended by such a plebeian spectacle as an Irish jig ! Accept our ...
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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...
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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.