Blacksmith and scholar, by Mortimer and Frances Collins. 1883Chatto and Windus, 1883 |
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... garden below , whence an avenue of splendid old oaks led to the lodge - gate . Up under that avenue walked a stalwart man between forty and fifty , with a spud in his hand , and a lordly mastiff at his heel . That noble dog's ...
... garden below , whence an avenue of splendid old oaks led to the lodge - gate . Up under that avenue walked a stalwart man between forty and fifty , with a spud in his hand , and a lordly mastiff at his heel . That noble dog's ...
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... gardens , the great park , with its herds of fallow deer . Only Robert was dissatisfied . He had , perhaps , liked his godfather better than his father . Eustace Fitz Roy was irritating and irritable ; but the old Squire , with all his ...
... gardens , the great park , with its herds of fallow deer . Only Robert was dissatisfied . He had , perhaps , liked his godfather better than his father . Eustace Fitz Roy was irritating and irritable ; but the old Squire , with all his ...
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... gardening and green - house work , why the deft delicate fingers of women have a magical touch for flowers , and the hyacinths and lilies seem to love their fragrant breath . " " You talk of women like an enthusiast , " said Robert Fitz ...
... gardening and green - house work , why the deft delicate fingers of women have a magical touch for flowers , and the hyacinths and lilies seem to love their fragrant breath . " " You talk of women like an enthusiast , " said Robert Fitz ...
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... garden gate . On the other side of the narrow path ran a stream , which he saw by the moonlight was full of watercresses . He thought a cress or two would take off the effect of the smith's old rye , which seemed at this moment to be ...
... garden gate . On the other side of the narrow path ran a stream , which he saw by the moonlight was full of watercresses . He thought a cress or two would take off the effect of the smith's old rye , which seemed at this moment to be ...
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... garden with much determination . “ What the devil are you doing ? " cried Robert Fitz Roy , stopping with strong hand the dese- crating spade . Carew looked at him with surprise . " I'm cutting up this stuff , " he said , " and going to ...
... garden with much determination . “ What the devil are you doing ? " cried Robert Fitz Roy , stopping with strong hand the dese- crating spade . Carew looked at him with surprise . " I'm cutting up this stuff , " he said , " and going to ...
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Page 193 - With gates of silver and bars of gold Ye have fenced my sheep from their Father's fold ; I have heard the dropping of their tears In heaven these eighteen hundred years.
Page 201 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Page 195 - Ward has no heart, they say; but I deny it ; He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.
Page 202 - Lord ! methought, what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears ! What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!
Page 27 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
Page 17 - Nil habet infelix paupertas durius in se quam quod ridiculos homines facit. "Exeat...