Boston Common: Tale of Our Owm TimesJ. French, 1858 - 556 Seiten |
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... lost saint . Time , however , laid its healing hand upon his brow , and bade him rouse himself to life and action once more . There were a lady and gentleman by the name of Hunting- don , who resided a short distance from my father at ...
... lost saint . Time , however , laid its healing hand upon his brow , and bade him rouse himself to life and action once more . There were a lady and gentleman by the name of Hunting- don , who resided a short distance from my father at ...
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... lost . Helen was yet fresh in his mind , thought of his lonely condition , of his home without a mistress , his fireside with- out a companion ; and new scenes and hopes began to rise upon his fancy . ― In imagination , he beheld a ...
... lost . Helen was yet fresh in his mind , thought of his lonely condition , of his home without a mistress , his fireside with- out a companion ; and new scenes and hopes began to rise upon his fancy . ― In imagination , he beheld a ...
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... lost Helen . Farewell , dearest wife and child . Jesus , receive my spirit . " - Thus died my ever - to - be - lamented father , at the age of thirty - seven . The doctor , my mother , and uncle and aunt Huntingdon , were untiring in ...
... lost Helen . Farewell , dearest wife and child . Jesus , receive my spirit . " - Thus died my ever - to - be - lamented father , at the age of thirty - seven . The doctor , my mother , and uncle and aunt Huntingdon , were untiring in ...
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... lost itself in its own deliciousness . I pass hastily over my school - days , and come at once to the time when I was nearly fifteen years of age . I had had five brothers ; but one , a sweet little golden - haired cherub , had died in ...
... lost itself in its own deliciousness . I pass hastily over my school - days , and come at once to the time when I was nearly fifteen years of age . I had had five brothers ; but one , a sweet little golden - haired cherub , had died in ...
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... lost in my own thoughts , when I heard a deep sigh near me . I looked up . My new acquaint- ance stood with her arms folded , gazing at me , and almost ready to cry , as I supposed . I looked at her inquiringly ; she advanced just three ...
... lost in my own thoughts , when I heard a deep sigh near me . I looked up . My new acquaint- ance stood with her arms folded , gazing at me , and almost ready to cry , as I supposed . I looked at her inquiringly ; she advanced just three ...
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affectionate answered arms arose asked aunt aunt Gertrude beautiful blessed BOSTON COMMON breathed brow calm carriage cerning cheerful child Clifton cousin Ernest dark dear dear father dearest deep delight door dream dress exclaimed eyes face fair brow father fear feel felt gazing girl Good-morning Grace grief guardian hand happy Harry heard heart heaven Helen Helen Clifton Hettie Huntingdon husband Jessie Weston John Smith Kate Katherine Katie kiss lady length Letise Letitia Linden Linden House listen little Willie live looked married mind morning mother Nellie never night once poor pray replied Robert Everett Roland Hastings scarcely seated seemed smile soon sorrow soul spirit strong suddenly suffering sweet sweet spot talk tears tell thing thought told trouble walk weary weeping wife Willie wish wonder words young
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Seite 389 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate.
Seite 443 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Seite 514 - Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him ? till seven times ? Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee Until seven times ; but Until seventy times seven.
Seite 366 - O gentlemen, the time of life is short ! To spend that shortness basely were too long, If life did ride upon a dial's point, Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
Seite 440 - Since every man who lives, is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy, nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end. Even kings but play; and when their part is done, Some other, worse or better, mount the throne.
Seite 240 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear...
Seite 430 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green ; Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Seite 466 - Like the moon, We borrow all the brightness which we boast, Dark in ourselves, and useless. If that hand, That rules the fate of battles, strike for us, Crown us with fame, and gild our clay with honour, 'Twere most ungrateful to disown the benefit} And arrogate a praise which is not ours. Ax. With such unshaken temper of the soul To bear the swelling tide of prosperous fortune, Is to deserve that fortune : in adversity The mind grows tough by buffeting the tempest, Which, in success dissolving,...
Seite 10 - O woman ! in our hours of ease. Uncertain, coy, and hard to please ; — When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou !
Seite 188 - Oh ! had we some bright little isle of our own In a blue summer ocean far off and alone, 'Where a leaf never dies in the still blooming bowers ; And the bee banquets on through a whole year.