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... uncle is not at home to receive you , he was called away sud- denly on business this morning , much to his re- gret . " Her nephew looked up at her as she spoke with a strange wistful expression , which she could hardly interpret , but ...
... uncle is not at home to receive you , he was called away sud- denly on business this morning , much to his re- gret . " Her nephew looked up at her as she spoke with a strange wistful expression , which she could hardly interpret , but ...
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... uncle and I , " she said , " are in hopes that you will be able to content yourself with the companionship of little Sibylla and her brothers and sister , for though this is a populous village there are but few resident gentry , and I ...
... uncle and I , " she said , " are in hopes that you will be able to content yourself with the companionship of little Sibylla and her brothers and sister , for though this is a populous village there are but few resident gentry , and I ...
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... uncle , I declare , Brian ; I had not ventured to hope he would return so soon . " Brian choked down his emotion , and ran out into the hall to meet Mr. Branscombe ; Nial bound- ing after him and executing a series of fantastically ...
... uncle , I declare , Brian ; I had not ventured to hope he would return so soon . " Brian choked down his emotion , and ran out into the hall to meet Mr. Branscombe ; Nial bound- ing after him and executing a series of fantastically ...
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... Uncle Walter , ' that the child had learned to associate that name with all that was kind and good . ་ " So your father sailed for Africa a week ago ? " said Mr. Branscombe , as he stood by the fire sip- ping the glass of port wine ...
... Uncle Walter , ' that the child had learned to associate that name with all that was kind and good . ་ " So your father sailed for Africa a week ago ? " said Mr. Branscombe , as he stood by the fire sip- ping the glass of port wine ...
Side 13
... uncle , after gathering a few blossoms from the tufts of crocuses and fair maids of February , which en- livened the beds in the lawn , turned into the con- servatory which adjoined one end of the house , and called his attention to the ...
... uncle , after gathering a few blossoms from the tufts of crocuses and fair maids of February , which en- livened the beds in the lawn , turned into the con- servatory which adjoined one end of the house , and called his attention to the ...
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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.