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... answered , laughing ; I only take these to get rid of you . ' ' Yes , I know - twopence more , if you please , ma'am . What is that shining on the floor ? Oh , I know ; it's the little brass wheel that's fallen out of my basket , and ...
... answered , laughing ; I only take these to get rid of you . ' ' Yes , I know - twopence more , if you please , ma'am . What is that shining on the floor ? Oh , I know ; it's the little brass wheel that's fallen out of my basket , and ...
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... answered , hastily drawing a corner of her little shawl over her basket . ' Oh , yes , I must take something . ' And Mrs. Keane , from simple habit , drew out her purse ; but she grew scarlet as she remembered how empty that purse was ...
... answered , hastily drawing a corner of her little shawl over her basket . ' Oh , yes , I must take something . ' And Mrs. Keane , from simple habit , drew out her purse ; but she grew scarlet as she remembered how empty that purse was ...
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... answered the boy sadly . He had built a bridge of fancies that reached from earth to heaven , ' and he could not bear to see it crumble away under the truisms of this gross earth . ' But , Nell , every day God gives them to us ; and we ...
... answered the boy sadly . He had built a bridge of fancies that reached from earth to heaven , ' and he could not bear to see it crumble away under the truisms of this gross earth . ' But , Nell , every day God gives them to us ; and we ...
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... answered the boy , with gentle gratitude , - ' for me and Nell , I mean ! ' Let ' No , no . Not for me . Lennard keep all of them . I have no time for flowers . ' ' Poor chap , how he loves them ! ' said the father , in low pitiful ac ...
... answered the boy , with gentle gratitude , - ' for me and Nell , I mean ! ' Let ' No , no . Not for me . Lennard keep all of them . I have no time for flowers . ' ' Poor chap , how he loves them ! ' said the father , in low pitiful ac ...
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' I can't quite make it out , ' he answered , with a puzzled look . ' Of course you can't . Well , the tiny snowball that a boy makes in the round of his hand is the first money ; he gives it one roll in the snow , and that is a year's ...
' I can't quite make it out , ' he answered , with a puzzled look . ' Of course you can't . Well , the tiny snowball that a boy makes in the round of his hand is the first money ; he gives it one roll in the snow , and that is a year's ...
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Alexander Ross answered asked Aspasia beautiful Bernard Keane better Biron Burnlees Canada cheek child Colley Cibber cousin cried daugh dear door dress Ethel eyes face father feel fell felt flowers Gaillefontaine gave George Ross girl give glance gone Grasper hair hand happy hard head heard heart Hugh John Lock kissed knew lady Lassie laugh Lennard Lincoln's Inn Fields lips listen little Weston look ma'am Margie marriage married matter Mattie ment mind Miss morning mother nard ness never night once passion Philip Graham poor pounds pretty Quebec Ralph Pierce René replied rose round seemed smile speak Steven Keane stood sure sweet tears tell thing thought tion told took turned Ursula violin voice walked whispered wife wish woman words young
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Side 141 - Arms, take your last embrace ! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death ! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide ! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark. Here's to my love ! \Drinks.} O true apothecary ! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Side 260 - To-night I saw the sun set: he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind; And the...
Side 258 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings...
Side 259 - YE who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow ; attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia.
Side 260 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Side 261 - The genius making me no answer, I turned about to address myself to him a second time, but I found that he had left me; I then turned again to the vision which I had been so long contemplating, but instead of the rolling tide, the arched bridge, and the happy islands, I saw nothing but the long hollow valley of Bagdat, with oxen, sheep, and camels grazing upon the sides of it.
Side 259 - The young men saw me, and hid themselves : and the aged arose, and stood up. The princes refrained talking, and laid their hand on their mouth. The nobles held their peace, and their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth.
Side 145 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Side 258 - THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Side 262 - But whence ?—O Heaven, whither ? Sense knows not; Faith knows not; only that it is through Mystery to Mystery, from God and to God. ' " We are such stuff As Dreams are made of, and our little Life Is rounded with a sleep!