Polly Oliver's ProblemNew York, 1896 - 212 стор. |
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Polly Oliver's Problem: A Story for Girls Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2015 |
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Сторінка 170 - Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.
Сторінка 149 - ... living, and allows the formation of new ones more friendly to the growth of character. It permits or constrains the formation of new acquaintances, and the reception of new influences that prove of the first importance to the next years ; and the man or woman who would have remained a sunny...
Сторінка 149 - We are idolaters of the old. We do not believe in the riches of the soul, in its proper eternity and omnipresence. We do not believe there is any force in to-day to rival or re-create that beautiful yesterday. We linger in the ruins of the old tent where once we had bread and shelter and organs, nor believe that the spirit can feed, cover, and nerve us again. We cannot again find aught so dear, so sweet, so graceful. But we sit and weep in vain. The voice of the Almighty saith, "Up and onward for...
Сторінка 96 - Shall we whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high, Shall we to man benighted The lamp of life deny ? Salvation ! oh, salvation ! The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation Has learnt Messiah's name.
Сторінка 130 - I do, indeed," sighed Mrs. Oliver. "You are certainly in no danger of being spoiled by luxury in your youth, my poor little Pollykins ; but you will get all these things some time, I feel sure, if they are good for you, and if they belong to you. You remember the lines I read the other day: — ' Hast not thy share ? On winged feet, Lo ! it rushes thee to meet ; Aud all that Nature made thy own, Floating in air or pent in stone, Will rive the hills and swim the sea And, like thy shadow, follow thee.
Сторінка 86 - O holy night! The stars are brightly shining, It is the night of the dear Savior's birth; Long lay the world in sin and error pining, Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
Сторінка 149 - We cannot part with our friends. We cannot let our angels go. We do not see that they only go out, that archangels may come in. We are idolaters of the old. We do not believe in the riches of the soul, in its proper eternity and omnipresence. We do not believe there is any force in to-day to rival or recreate that beautiful yesterday.
Сторінка 174 - ... mused a little, letting his kindly eyes rest first on the great half-ruinous house, and then on the girl's face, white as the opening magnolia blossoms above her head. ' After a time, Polly, not at once — that would be asking too much of poor human nature — but after a time, my dear, one lights a candle called Patience, and guides one's footsteps by that.
Сторінка 193 - ... the lilac-bush to sing, and two of them even built a nest in it once, for want of something larger. It had been a very busy lilac-bush all its life : drinking up moisture from the earth and making it into sap ; adding each year a tiny bit of wood to its slender trunk ; filling out its leaf -buds; making its leaves larger and larger ; and then — oh, happy, happy time ! — hanging purple flowers here and there among its branches. It always felt glad of its hard work when Hester came to gather...
Сторінка 200 - We are ready, Hester! We are ready, after all!" And one spray was pinned in the teacher's dress, — it was shabby and black, — and she was glad of the flower because it reminded her of home. And one spray stood in a vase on Hester's dining-table. There was never very much dinner in Hester's house, but they did not care that day, because the lilac was so beautiful. One bunch lay on the table in the church, and one, the loveliest of all, stood in a cup of water on the lame girl's window-sill; and...