I Will be a Lady: A Book for GirlsCrosby and Nichols, 1845 - 167 Seiten |
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... Caroline Tuthill. w 1845.50 . ксата ADEMIAE HARVARDIAN VE RI TAS IN NOV ECCLESIA OLSIEMƏ Harvard College Library THE GIFT OF OF BOSTON . ( Class of 1851. ) 140 " I wish I were home again . Oh dear. SAMUEL ABBOTT GREEN , M.D. ,
... Caroline Tuthill. w 1845.50 . ксата ADEMIAE HARVARDIAN VE RI TAS IN NOV ECCLESIA OLSIEMƏ Harvard College Library THE GIFT OF OF BOSTON . ( Class of 1851. ) 140 " I wish I were home again . Oh dear. SAMUEL ABBOTT GREEN , M.D. ,
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... them , this morning , " said Mrs. Whately . 66 Come , Beulah dear , make haste , then ; I'll not detain you long , " said she , and the faded yellow bonnet was tossed on the head , receiving a glance THE PUZZLING WORD . 11.
... them , this morning , " said Mrs. Whately . 66 Come , Beulah dear , make haste , then ; I'll not detain you long , " said she , and the faded yellow bonnet was tossed on the head , receiving a glance THE PUZZLING WORD . 11.
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... dear parents ; how could any one be so cruel ! Yet she did not understand it . " This is very strange , child , " said Mrs Morris . " You must not look so sorrowful . Mrs. Whate- ly has been waiting for you a long time , to show her ...
... dear parents ; how could any one be so cruel ! Yet she did not understand it . " This is very strange , child , " said Mrs Morris . " You must not look so sorrowful . Mrs. Whate- ly has been waiting for you a long time , to show her ...
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... dear - ― Beulah , that there is a glory and a beauty in the works of creation , that many things are not alone useful , that this world , with its glorious sky , and its green hills and valleys , its woods and its beautiful flowers ...
... dear - ― Beulah , that there is a glory and a beauty in the works of creation , that many things are not alone useful , that this world , with its glorious sky , and its green hills and valleys , its woods and its beautiful flowers ...
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acquaintance amused apron asked Zephina awkward Azariah basket Baxter beautiful Beulah Morris blush bonnet Boston bower Caleb Prium carriage CHAPTER child coach comfort cousin Whately curls dear Beulah dear Zephina door dress exclaimed Harriet Ann exclaimed Zephina eyes Fanshaw farm-house father Finey flowers folks glad gone hair hand Harriet Ann Gunn Harriet Martineau heard heart inquired invalid JOAB kind lady-like laugh letter lived look mamma manners Markham Medad Miss Gunn Miss Harriet Ann Miss Morris morning mother Nancy neighbour never nice Perkinsville pitcher pretty queer replied Beulah replied Zephina roses rude seat smile soon Soul Squire Morris stagecoach street sweet tableaux TABLEAUX VIVANTS tell thee thing thought told took voice vulgar walk Weasenby Whately's wife Winthrop Whately wish Yankee girl young friend young gentleman young lady
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Seite 130 - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Seite 86 - They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why ; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne. And think it kindness to his majesty : A stubborn race, fearing and flattering none.
Seite 2 - GOD might have made the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all.
Seite 133 - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears , Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept And sleeping when she died.
Seite 133 - ... of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Seite 137 - ... her hair Half hid Matilda's forehead fair, Half hid and half revealed to view Her full dark eye of hazel hue. The rose, with faint and feeble streak, So lightly tinged the maiden's cheek, That you had said her hue was pale: But if she faced the summer gale, Or spoke, or sung, or quicker moved, Or heard the praise of those she loved, The mantling blood in ready play Rivalled the blush of rising day. But Walter Scott was a young man, and in his great big heart there was still room for love. If...