The Boy's Yearly BookS.O. Beeton, 1863 - Children's literature, English |
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... brought her boy with her . It was not her intention to remain in this country , all she wanted was to settle her money affairs - for you notice these heretics are not unmindful of their gold and silver . Well , on the road she was seen ...
... brought her boy with her . It was not her intention to remain in this country , all she wanted was to settle her money affairs - for you notice these heretics are not unmindful of their gold and silver . Well , on the road she was seen ...
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... brought thee news thou wilt be glad to hear - thy father has returned , and Anselmo- " The child shuddered , and turned pale . A LITTLE boy sat on a rounded stone , On the eve of an April day , His hat by his side he had carelessly ...
... brought thee news thou wilt be glad to hear - thy father has returned , and Anselmo- " The child shuddered , and turned pale . A LITTLE boy sat on a rounded stone , On the eve of an April day , His hat by his side he had carelessly ...
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... brought with it the want of everything else . Not everything - there is , on the part of the sufferers , no want of patience - on that of the public no want of liberality - and , let us add , no want of enterprise in seeking an ...
... brought with it the want of everything else . Not everything - there is , on the part of the sufferers , no want of patience - on that of the public no want of liberality - and , let us add , no want of enterprise in seeking an ...
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... brought to the culti- vator's house , it is spread out in the sun , and thrashed with rods to cleanse it of the husks It is then separated from the seed , either by the gin or by a small iron roller , which a woma moves with her toes on ...
... brought to the culti- vator's house , it is spread out in the sun , and thrashed with rods to cleanse it of the husks It is then separated from the seed , either by the gin or by a small iron roller , which a woma moves with her toes on ...
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... brought back to her heart , half in tears , half in laughter , many a recollec- tion of Tommy . But her heart was dead , and no loving memories warmed it , as she took the cart also , and poking the pieces between the bars of the grate ...
... brought back to her heart , half in tears , half in laughter , many a recollec- tion of Tommy . But her heart was dead , and no loving memories warmed it , as she took the cart also , and poking the pieces between the bars of the grate ...
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Page 254 - ... they were stoned, they were sawn asunder, were tempted, were slain with the sword, they wandered about in sheep-skins and goat-skins, being destitute, afflicted, tormented, (of whom the world was not worthy,) they wandered in deserts, and in mountains, and in dens, and caves of the earth.
Page 267 - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune ! In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 270 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down...
Page 57 - And the Gileadites took the passages of Jordan before the Ephraimites : and it was so, that when those Ephraimites which were escaped said, Let me go over ; that the men of Gilead said unto him, Art thou an Ephraimite ? If he said, Nay ; then said they unto him, Say now Shibboleth : and he said Sibboleth : for he could not frame to pronounce it right. Then they took him, and slew him at the passages of Jordan : and there fell at that time of the Ephraimites forty and two thousand.
Page 283 - Woe unto you that are full! for ye shall hunger. Woe unto you that laugh now! for ye shall mourn and weep. 26 Woe unto you, when all men shall speak well of you! for so did their fathers to the false prophets.
Page 121 - I AM old and blind! Men point at me as smitten by God's frown; Afflicted and deserted of my kind, Yet I am not cast down. I am weak, yet strong; I murmur not that I no longer see; Poor, old, and helpless, I the more belong, Father Supreme! to thee.
Page 294 - Hear my prayer, O Lord, and with Thine ears consider my calling : hold not Thy peace at my tears. For I am a stranger with Thee : and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Page 80 - Nay, I can tell you more," said Wamba, in the same tone; there is old Alderman Ox continues to hold his Saxon epithet, while he is under the charge of serfs and bondsmen such as thou, but becomes Beef, a fiery French gallant, when he arrives before the worshipful jaws that are destined to consume him. Mynheer Calf, too, becomes Monsieur de Veau in the like manner; he is Saxon when he requires tendance, and takes a Norman name when he becomes matter of enjoyment.
Page 314 - A SPIRIT haunts the year's last hours Dwelling amid these yellowing bowers : To himself he talks; For at eventide, listening earnestly, At his work you may hear him sob and sigh In the walks; Earthward he boweth the heavy stalks Of the mouldering flowers : Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i' the earth so chilly; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger-lily.
Page 95 - I loved the man, and do honour his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any. He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature; had an excellent phantasy, brave notions, and gentle expressions...