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... children ; and as she patiently darned the yawn- ing rents , the pallid harassed - look- ing woman crooned , rather ... child , who did not appear to be more than ten years of age , but who was in reality past thirteen , tripped gently ...
... children ; and as she patiently darned the yawn- ing rents , the pallid harassed - look- ing woman crooned , rather ... child , who did not appear to be more than ten years of age , but who was in reality past thirteen , tripped gently ...
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... child refused to understand it . ' Oh , you can have more if you like , ' she said - ' lots of them left . ' ' I don't want more , ' Mrs. Wil- cox answered , laughing ; ' I only take these to get rid of you . ' ' Yes , I know - twopence ...
... child refused to understand it . ' Oh , you can have more if you like , ' she said - ' lots of them left . ' ' I don't want more , ' Mrs. Wil- cox answered , laughing ; ' I only take these to get rid of you . ' ' Yes , I know - twopence ...
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... child laid her hand on the chair , and looked up into Mrs. Keane's face with such earnest wistful gratitude . ' I am glad , very glad , if any- thing I did made your poor sick mother more comfortable ; but it was very little . ' ' Very ...
... child laid her hand on the chair , and looked up into Mrs. Keane's face with such earnest wistful gratitude . ' I am glad , very glad , if any- thing I did made your poor sick mother more comfortable ; but it was very little . ' ' Very ...
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... child of some seventeen summers barely , a ci - devant , who had given mortal offence to the powers that were then , by mourning , with loud la- mentations most likely , over the bleeding trunk of her father . Just ere preparing for the ...
... child of some seventeen summers barely , a ci - devant , who had given mortal offence to the powers that were then , by mourning , with loud la- mentations most likely , over the bleeding trunk of her father . Just ere preparing for the ...
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... children of the first marriage were to be left absolutely undisturbed in the con- fession of the Presbyterian creed , on ... child of thirteen , and thus apparently an excellent sub- ject for the father confessor to work upon ; but she ...
... children of the first marriage were to be left absolutely undisturbed in the con- fession of the Presbyterian creed , on ... child of thirteen , and thus apparently an excellent sub- ject for the father confessor to work upon ; but she ...
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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 262 - Thus, like some wild-flaming, wild-thundering train of Heaven's Artillery, does this mysterious MANKIND thunder and flame, in long-drawn, quicksucceeding grandeur, through the unknown Deep. Thus, like a God-created, fire-breathing Spirit-host, we emerge from the Inane ; haste stormfully across the astonished Earth ; then plunge again into the Inane.
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 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. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
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!