The Canadian Monthly and National Review, Том 13Adam, Stevenson & Company, 1878 |
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... House , as it is called -and Colonel Sloane's heiress was received with much distinction . They showed her Colonel Sloane's house . It stood on a knoll some distance off ; but we could see that it was a cheerful - looking place , with a ...
... House , as it is called -and Colonel Sloane's heiress was received with much distinction . They showed her Colonel Sloane's house . It stood on a knoll some distance off ; but we could see that it was a cheerful - looking place , with a ...
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... house being wrapped in silence aftar all the festivi- ties of the evening - well , to tell the truth , there was a ... houses , and the pale green of the sunset skies , and the dark islands and trees catching the last red flush . And is ...
... house being wrapped in silence aftar all the festivi- ties of the evening - well , to tell the truth , there was a ... houses , and the pale green of the sunset skies , and the dark islands and trees catching the last red flush . And is ...
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... house is another house ; and in it there is a room dimly lit ; and in the room are two sleeping children . If the beautiful mother has been here with us amidst the faint toll- ing of these Christmas bells , you may be sure she only ...
... house is another house ; and in it there is a room dimly lit ; and in the room are two sleeping children . If the beautiful mother has been here with us amidst the faint toll- ing of these Christmas bells , you may be sure she only ...
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... house to house , asking : if any one would give her some medicine for it . When the neighbours saw this , they said ' Is the young girl mad that she carries about ' n her breast the dead body of her son ? i wise man , thinking to ...
... house to house , asking : if any one would give her some medicine for it . When the neighbours saw this , they said ' Is the young girl mad that she carries about ' n her breast the dead body of her son ? i wise man , thinking to ...
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... house . Henry Harland and his wife find a cordial reception awaiting them , and that night , while the storm raves and moans itself to rest in the darkness , lights could be seen gleaming brightly from the windows of the house upon the ...
... house . Henry Harland and his wife find a cordial reception awaiting them , and that night , while the storm raves and moans itself to rest in the darkness , lights could be seen gleaming brightly from the windows of the house upon the ...
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The Canadian Monthly and National Review, Том 13 Graeme Mercer Adam,George Stewart Повний перегляд - 1878 |
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Сторінка 452 - The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need; Not what we give, but what we share, ! For the gift without the giver is bare; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
Сторінка 85 - Jesus heard that they had cast him out ; and when he had found him, he said unto him, Dost thou believe on the Son of God? He answered and said, Who is he, Lord, that I might believe on him? And Jesus said unto him, Thou hast both seen him, and it is he that talketh with thee.
Сторінка 364 - It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Сторінка 142 - I have heard of your paintings too, well enough ; God hath given you one face and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance.
Сторінка 361 - I was stared at, hooted at, grinned at, chattered at, by monkeys, by paroquets, by cockatoos. I ran into pagodas, and was fixed for centuries at the summit, or in secret rooms. I was the idol ; I was the priest ; I was worshipped ; I was sacrificed.
Сторінка 145 - Lay her i' the earth; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling.
Сторінка 399 - If ye walk in my statutes, and keep my commandments, and do them ; then I will give you rain in due season, and the land shall yield her increase, and the trees of the field shall yield their fruit.
Сторінка 364 - It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. Here once, through an alley Titanic, Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul — Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.
Сторінка 339 - ... voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Сторінка 362 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail : And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...