The Silence of Dean Maitland, Volume 1Kegan Paul, Trench & Company, 1887 - 349 pages |
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... rose light , white , and graceful against the iron- gray sky , emulating in the glory of its maiden youth - for it had seen but two lusters — the hoary grandeur of its Norman parent at Chalk- burne . Beyond the town , the river rolled ...
... rose light , white , and graceful against the iron- gray sky , emulating in the glory of its maiden youth - for it had seen but two lusters — the hoary grandeur of its Norman parent at Chalk- burne . Beyond the town , the river rolled ...
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... rose again , ending high over the wheeler's haunches , like the prow of some old ship over the sea . A massive thing of solid timber it was , with blue wheels and red body , slightly toned by weather . On the front , in red letters on a ...
... rose again , ending high over the wheeler's haunches , like the prow of some old ship over the sea . A massive thing of solid timber it was , with blue wheels and red body , slightly toned by weather . On the front , in red letters on a ...
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... rose and blended pleasantly with that of the bell - team , and over which hung a sign - board bearing the black- smith's arms , the hammer , with the couplet inscribed beneath , " By hammer and hand , All arts do stand . " Down - hill ...
... rose and blended pleasantly with that of the bell - team , and over which hung a sign - board bearing the black- smith's arms , the hammer , with the couplet inscribed beneath , " By hammer and hand , All arts do stand . " Down - hill ...
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... rose - leaf cheeks , her fancies roving unfettered . She was hoping to get home betimes , for she had something nice for father's tea among her parcels , and she was thinking of the penny periodical folded up in her basket , and ...
... rose - leaf cheeks , her fancies roving unfettered . She was hoping to get home betimes , for she had something nice for father's tea among her parcels , and she was thinking of the penny periodical folded up in her basket , and ...
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... rose on a sudden gust of wind just as they reached the door of the strangely built white house , before the square windows of which rose a small colonnade of white pillars . Alma opened the door , and a ruddy glow rushed out upon her ...
... rose on a sudden gust of wind just as they reached the door of the strangely built white house , before the square windows of which rose a small colonnade of white pillars . Alma opened the door , and a ruddy glow rushed out upon her ...
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Page 92 - The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Page 291 - ... not an open enemy, that hath done me this dishonour : for then I could have borne it.
Page 256 - The image of his Maker, hope to win by't? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues: be just and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's: then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell!
Page 101 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Page 235 - ... reached the steps, and, descending them, found to his dismay that the gate was locked. CHAPTER V. THERE is almost always some small but vitally important hitch in the best-laid human plans, and the hitch in Balfour's arrangement was that he forgot the nightly locking of the gate leading on to the bastion. He had approached the tree from the other side, passing the sentries, being challenged by them, and giving the word in reply. Everard knew the bastion, and had had many a pleasant stroll there...
Page 79 - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Page 203 - Maxwelton braes are bonnie Where early fa's the dew, And it's there that Annie Laurie Gie'd me her promise true— Gie'd me her promise true, Which ne'er forgot will be; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doune and dee.
Page 337 - Then he took from his pocket a piece of folded paper, which he held in his left hand, as if it were some talisman, and found strength to begin. CHAPTER IX. As he opened his lips, a vision of the little church at Malbourne rushed swiftly before his mental gaze. He saw the familiar faces clustered about the heavy gray pillars, and the reverend figure of his father in the ancient pulpit, and all the holy counsels uttered in that father's beloved voice came upon him in one moment; but he did not know...
Page 333 - O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!"—words so nobly simple in their unutterable sorrow.
Page 251 - I was a stranger, and ye took me in ; naked, and ye clothed me ; sick and in prison and ye visited me...