Lily Bell: Or, The Lost ChildJ. French, 1857 - 343 стор. |
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... happy group before him , all of whom were busily engaged at work or play , -- then wishing to attract their attention , he said : " Well , well ; guess you don't know yer daddy's come , do ye ? " At the sound of their father's voice ...
... happy group before him , all of whom were busily engaged at work or play , -- then wishing to attract their attention , he said : " Well , well ; guess you don't know yer daddy's come , do ye ? " At the sound of their father's voice ...
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... Happy was he , for he never let an opportunity of benefiting his fellow - men pass unimproved . All day long his kind heart and quiet conscience greatly enhanced his enjoyment of life ; and by night it was as though he was pillowed upon ...
... Happy was he , for he never let an opportunity of benefiting his fellow - men pass unimproved . All day long his kind heart and quiet conscience greatly enhanced his enjoyment of life ; and by night it was as though he was pillowed upon ...
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... happy man ; he has reached the " summum bonum " of his earthly existence ; and what an air of newly acquired dignity almost amounting to pomposity does he assume as he walks down Wall Street . He need not tell you in CHAPTER V. ...
... happy man ; he has reached the " summum bonum " of his earthly existence ; and what an air of newly acquired dignity almost amounting to pomposity does he assume as he walks down Wall Street . He need not tell you in CHAPTER V. ...
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... happy thought had crossed his mind . " I know what I will do , " said he to himself . " I will ask papa if she may come and live with us , and be my little sister . Oh , that would be so nice ! she could go to school with me and we ...
... happy thought had crossed his mind . " I know what I will do , " said he to himself . " I will ask papa if she may come and live with us , and be my little sister . Oh , that would be so nice ! she could go to school with me and we ...
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... happy , that I thought it would be company for Lily . " " You are a good boy , " said the father , affectionately placing his hand upon his son's head , evidently touched by his thoughtfulness ; " you are a good boy , " he repeated ...
... happy , that I thought it would be company for Lily . " " You are a good boy , " said the father , affectionately placing his hand upon his son's head , evidently touched by his thoughtfulness ; " you are a good boy , " he repeated ...
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agin ain't Aunt Hitty Aunty beautiful Betsy better bless carriage CHAPTER child church cried Deacon dear delight did'nt dreadful Edmonds enquired Lily Estelle Eustace eyes face father feel George George Bell Gilt Edges girl glanced hand happy head heard heart heaven heerd Herbert hope husband Jemmie John Brown Joseph Arnold Keturah kiss knew lady laughing light Lily's live lonely look Lydia White married mind Miss Dobson Miss Lydia Miss Pry Miss White morning mother N. P. WILLIS Nature never papa Peg Sampson poor pretty reckon replied Lily Sally Dobson Scrubbin seated seemed shawl side smile sorrow soul speak sure sure as fate sweet Taylor tears tell Tempy there's thing thought truth Uncle Joseph Vermont Widder Widow Bell wife woman word would'nt young Zekiel
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Сторінка 112 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Сторінка 310 - The motion of a hidden fire, That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear; The upward glancing of the eye, When none but God is near.
Сторінка 230 - Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again; The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers.
Сторінка 9 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet than all other? Alas! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh! it was pitiful! Near a whole city full Home she had none.
Сторінка 62 - For when the heart goes before, like a lamp, and illumines the pathway, Many things are made clear, that else lie hidden in darkness.
Сторінка 150 - Her gentle tone comes stealing by — And years, and sin, and manhood flee, And leave me at my mother's knee. The book of nature, and the print Of beauty on the whispering sea, Give aye to me some lineament Of what I have been taught to be. My heart is harder, and perhaps My- manliness hath drunk up tears ; And there's a mildew in the lapse Of a few swift and chequer'd years — But nature's book is even yet With all my mother's lessons writ.
Сторінка 51 - Thrice happy he! who on the sunless side Of a romantic mountain, forest-crown'd, Beneath the whole collected shade reclines: Or in the gelid caverns, woodbine-wrought, And fresh bedew'd with ever-spouting streams, Sits coolly calm; while all the world without, Unsatisfied^ and sick, tosses in noon.
Сторінка 26 - We sacrifice to dress, till household joys And comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry And keeps our larder lean ; puts out our fires ; And introduces hunger, frost, and woe, Where peace and hospitality might reign.
Сторінка 10 - Let my sins be all forgiven, Bless the friends I love so well ; Take me when I die to heaven, Happy there with Thee to dwell.
Сторінка 240 - A boat at midnight sent alone To drift upon the moonless sea, A lute, whose leading chord is gone, A wounded bird, that hath but one Imperfect wing to soar upon, Are like what I am, without thee...