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... turned a deaf ear to several highly advantageous alli- ances , even under the most favourable circumstances of our fortune ; the present one is in a pecuniary way the most desirable of any ; and I had hoped the truly amiable character ...
... turned a deaf ear to several highly advantageous alli- ances , even under the most favourable circumstances of our fortune ; the present one is in a pecuniary way the most desirable of any ; and I had hoped the truly amiable character ...
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... turned her head aside to avoid his scrutinizing gaze . In vain he earnestly inquired what had thus evidently disturbed her peace of mind ? If she were indisposed ? In short , every question that friendship and anxiety could dic- tate ...
... turned her head aside to avoid his scrutinizing gaze . In vain he earnestly inquired what had thus evidently disturbed her peace of mind ? If she were indisposed ? In short , every question that friendship and anxiety could dic- tate ...
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... turned pale .- " Are you likely to remain there all the even- ing ? " " Yes ! -No ! -that is , I shall go about seven , and return at eight . " " It is strange that the marchioness , who is so great a stickler for etiquette , should ...
... turned pale .- " Are you likely to remain there all the even- ing ? " " Yes ! -No ! -that is , I shall go about seven , and return at eight . " " It is strange that the marchioness , who is so great a stickler for etiquette , should ...
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... , and had just uttered her last supplication for pity and aid , the voice of the Baroness Von Ruysdael struck her ear ; she turned , and beheld that enemy to the repose of her life , that woman who had opened the A WOMAN'S LOVE . 9.
... , and had just uttered her last supplication for pity and aid , the voice of the Baroness Von Ruysdael struck her ear ; she turned , and beheld that enemy to the repose of her life , that woman who had opened the A WOMAN'S LOVE . 9.
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... turned deadly pale ; he struck his forehead with a clenched hand ; his teeth were firmly set , as if he contemplated some dreadful act of violence , " I go , —but have you nothing more to say , -nothing to offer in explanation of what I ...
... turned deadly pale ; he struck his forehead with a clenched hand ; his teeth were firmly set , as if he contemplated some dreadful act of violence , " I go , —but have you nothing more to say , -nothing to offer in explanation of what I ...
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Page 363 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Page 361 - OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid ; Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Page 164 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near. 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The majesty on high.
Page 41 - Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces. How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Page 41 - For whosoever shall give you a cup of water to drink in my name, because ye belong to Christ, verily I say unto you, he shall not lose his reward.
Page 119 - As the vine which has long twined its graceful foliage about the oak, and been lifted by it into sunshine, will, when the hardy plant is rifted by the thunderbolt, cling round it with its caressing tendrils, and bind up its shattered boughs ; so...
Page 164 - Thou, by whom we come to God ! The Life, the Truth, the Way ! The path of prayer Thyself hast trod : Lord, teach us how to pray ! MONTGOMERY.
Page 362 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat-- Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets-- Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Page 159 - When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity; Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound, Or had the black art to dispense A several sin to every sense, But felt through all this fleshly dress Bright shoots of everlastingness.
Page 220 - All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils. As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past...