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... look on his Suddenly a flock of sea - gulls swooped close over - flushed face , as with both plump little hands pushed head . The little singer paused , and , with a somewhat anxious expression , turned and scanned the horizon . " It ...
... look on his Suddenly a flock of sea - gulls swooped close over - flushed face , as with both plump little hands pushed head . The little singer paused , and , with a somewhat anxious expression , turned and scanned the horizon . " It ...
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... 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 sunlight ...
... 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 sunlight ...
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... look for its food between the horns of a tame gazelle . In the course of its tuition the distance between the animal and the falconer is gradually increased , until the falcon has been taught to look for its meal when about half a mile ...
... look for its food between the horns of a tame gazelle . In the course of its tuition the distance between the animal and the falconer is gradually increased , until the falcon has been taught to look for its meal when about half a mile ...
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... look with a lenient eye on the young fellow who , just for the love of mischief , deliberately smashes all the windows of an empty house ; but I knew Jack do that once , and a pretty heavy bill of damages his father had to pay in ...
... look with a lenient eye on the young fellow who , just for the love of mischief , deliberately smashes all the windows of an empty house ; but I knew Jack do that once , and a pretty heavy bill of damages his father had to pay in ...
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... look at her , and to enjoy the anticipation of the row they were to have in her that evening . After a bit he clambered into her and sat down under the awning . Then he had thought of surprising Jack as he came from school , and had ...
... look at her , and to enjoy the anticipation of the row they were to have in her that evening . After a bit he clambered into her and sat down under the awning . Then he had thought of surprising Jack as he came from school , and had ...
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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!