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... began to cry quietly , you come continually upon these hidden - away little heedless that Kelpie had followed her and was poking dwellings , with their sloping potato croft behind . and his cold nose against her arm in token of sympathy ...
... began to cry quietly , you come continually upon these hidden - away little heedless that Kelpie had followed her and was poking dwellings , with their sloping potato croft behind . and his cold nose against her arm in token of sympathy ...
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... began to look about him and laugh out blithely as his pleased eyes rested on the rows of cups and plates , on the bright candlesticks , and the foreign - looking ornaments which decorated the kitchen , all shining so brilliantly in the ...
... began to look about him and laugh out blithely as his pleased eyes rested on the rows of cups and plates , on the bright candlesticks , and the foreign - looking ornaments which decorated the kitchen , all shining so brilliantly in the ...
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... began ; for Sebastian's master conducted a school of painting . The boy's duties were not very heavy . Moreover , his master was far more indulgent than most of the masters in Spain . The young slave was well aware of this , and did all ...
... began ; for Sebastian's master conducted a school of painting . The boy's duties were not very heavy . Moreover , his master was far more indulgent than most of the masters in Spain . The young slave was well aware of this , and did all ...
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... began more fully to realize the purport of his master's words . " Yes ! name your reward . " The pupils , who had crowded round Murillo and the kneeling slave , offered various suggestions . " Ask for ducats , " whispered one . A ...
... began more fully to realize the purport of his master's words . " Yes ! name your reward . " The pupils , who had crowded round Murillo and the kneeling slave , offered various suggestions . " Ask for ducats , " whispered one . A ...
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... began to visit and help the poor and sick about her . With one little boy , named Billy , she commenced a Sunday - school , and soon , in an unused laundry , alone and without books , she taught no less than seventy children . She thus ...
... began to visit and help the poor and sick about her . With one little boy , named Billy , she commenced a Sunday - school , and soon , in an unused laundry , alone and without books , she taught no less than seventy children . She thus ...
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Page 450 - Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Page 273 - Whose adorning, let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel; but let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible; even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.
Page 450 - ... what is this absorbs me quite steals my senses shuts my sight drowns my...
Page 450 - VITAL spark of heavenly flame ! Quit, oh, quit this mortal frame ! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying : Oh, the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature ! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! Hark, they whisper ; angels say,
Page 14 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Page 452 - Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the deathlike silence broke, And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke. At once on all her stately gates arose the answering fires; At once the wild alarum clashed from all her reeling spires; From all the batteries of the Tower pealed loud the voice of fear ; And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder cheer...
Page 402 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Page 381 - I love and I love !" In the winter they're silent — the wind is so strong ; What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather, And singing, and loving — all come back together. But the Lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him, the blue sky above, That he sings, and he sings ; and for ever sings he — " I love my Love, and my Love loves me !'
Page 293 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 394 - Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses!