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... face and her sullen look . " I'se just come to say a word about yon wench o ' yourn , misses . " " She's no wench o ' mine , " said Mrs. Gurnett , sharply . " Weel , wench o ' thine or no , mistress , I wad warn ye to look mair after ...
... face and her sullen look . " I'se just come to say a word about yon wench o ' yourn , misses . " " She's no wench o ' mine , " said Mrs. Gurnett , sharply . " Weel , wench o ' thine or no , mistress , I wad warn ye to look mair after ...
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... face glued against one of the little greenish panes of glass at the top of the door , and a cold , icy hand clutching the handle . The moaning sound was not the wind , but a smothered wail of mortal anguish . Poor Mary , with fatal ...
... face glued against one of the little greenish panes of glass at the top of the door , and a cold , icy hand clutching the handle . The moaning sound was not the wind , but a smothered wail of mortal anguish . Poor Mary , with fatal ...
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... face only was covered by it , while the back of her head was dry , showing how determined she had been to put an end ... faces of the travellers ; but John was bound on an errand of friendship and charity , and his good , honest heart ...
... face only was covered by it , while the back of her head was dry , showing how determined she had been to put an end ... faces of the travellers ; but John was bound on an errand of friendship and charity , and his good , honest heart ...
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... face with his hands , and , man as he was , shed tears of anguish over her sad fate , thinking of her as the little child whom he had crowned with daisies in the green hollow of the castle moat on that bright June day ; and then , again ...
... face with his hands , and , man as he was , shed tears of anguish over her sad fate , thinking of her as the little child whom he had crowned with daisies in the green hollow of the castle moat on that bright June day ; and then , again ...
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... face of the country to look like one vast swamp , whilst water dripped and plashed incessantly from thatched roof - tops and gable ends , and from the hare , gaunt - looking branches of the trees . The streets of Penrith were full of ...
... face of the country to look like one vast swamp , whilst water dripped and plashed incessantly from thatched roof - tops and gable ends , and from the hare , gaunt - looking branches of the trees . The streets of Penrith were full of ...
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Страница 240 - Drink no longer water, but use a little wine for thy stomach's sake and thine often infirmities.
Страница 151 - Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous, chief in that.
Страница 445 - Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Страница 519 - Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
Страница 279 - My former thoughts returned: the fear that kills; And hope that is unwilling to be fed; Cold, pain, and labour, and all fleshly ills; And mighty Poets in their misery dead. — Perplexed, and longing to be comforted, My question eagerly did I renew, "How is it that you live, and what is it you do?
Страница 464 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it :— therefore I'll none of it : Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Страница 180 - Their glory disappear. A Power is passing from the earth To breathless Nature's dark abyss; But when the great and good depart What is it more than this — That Man, who is from God sent forth, Doth yet again to God return?
Страница 522 - The Blessing of my later years Was with me when a boy : She gave me eyes, she gave me ears ; And humble cares, and delicate fears ; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears ; And love, and thought, and joy.
Страница 459 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world...
Страница 95 - Genuine and innocent wit like this, is surely the flavour of the mind! Man could direct his ways by plain reason, and support his life by tasteless food ; but God has given us wit, and flavour, and brightness, and laughter, and perfumes, to enliven the days of man's pilgrimage, and to " charm his pained steps over the burning marie.