The Gentleman's Magazine, Том 231Bradbury, Evans, 1871 |
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... soul . I could hardly breathe . I was hemmed in , shut out from all the world , an exile without hope , a prisoner having no chance of reprieve . The three bells of the old church that chimed on Sundays were funereal . VOL . VII ...
... soul . I could hardly breathe . I was hemmed in , shut out from all the world , an exile without hope , a prisoner having no chance of reprieve . The three bells of the old church that chimed on Sundays were funereal . VOL . VII ...
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... soul unto one service . Not pure enough ; I might better say not sufficiently repentant and believing ; not firm enough in my faith , not submissive and resigned . I chafed against the imaginary barriers of my prison . The score of ...
... soul unto one service . Not pure enough ; I might better say not sufficiently repentant and believing ; not firm enough in my faith , not submissive and resigned . I chafed against the imaginary barriers of my prison . The score of ...
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... soul , and the moss on the fountain is not softer than the quiet , peaceful path of my life . Some of the select few who nodded over my first sermon have dropped away quietly to their rest . The Squire is gray and gentle now . He sits ...
... soul , and the moss on the fountain is not softer than the quiet , peaceful path of my life . Some of the select few who nodded over my first sermon have dropped away quietly to their rest . The Squire is gray and gentle now . He sits ...
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... soul and mind that man can hope to experience this side the grave . Those old houses in the square , I have seen the elms whispering together over them , and heard the crows telling each other the history of the Deanery , with its ...
... soul and mind that man can hope to experience this side the grave . Those old houses in the square , I have seen the elms whispering together over them , and heard the crows telling each other the history of the Deanery , with its ...
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... soul with strange dreams of an earthly paradise . You felt better for looking upon Ruth The sister of my beloved was cast in an entirely different mould . Moreover , she was ten years Ruth's senior . Mary Oswald , I suppose , was about ...
... soul with strange dreams of an earthly paradise . You felt better for looking upon Ruth The sister of my beloved was cast in an entirely different mould . Moreover , she was ten years Ruth's senior . Mary Oswald , I suppose , was about ...
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