The Boy's Yearly BookS.O. Beeton, 1863 - Children's literature, English |
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... head , and was silent . When she spoke again it was in a softer tone . ' But I think it was wrong , Agatha , to kill that poor woman . I think God would not care to have the blood of poor women shed in that way . " 66 66 ' Hush , hush ...
... head , and was silent . When she spoke again it was in a softer tone . ' But I think it was wrong , Agatha , to kill that poor woman . I think God would not care to have the blood of poor women shed in that way . " 66 66 ' Hush , hush ...
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... head , if he has a mind for it , not that he cares for fighting , but when Tomlins the Big was going to lick Mudge the Little , for nothing at all , Sterling did go in , and gave Tomlins enough to last him for a month of Sundays . Now ...
... head , if he has a mind for it , not that he cares for fighting , but when Tomlins the Big was going to lick Mudge the Little , for nothing at all , Sterling did go in , and gave Tomlins enough to last him for a month of Sundays . Now ...
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... head , “ and yet he must needs taake away mine in purtier things . I wonder of this es a good shillin ' . Aw iss , he's good , that's something , " saying which , Zacky put it in his pocket , and trudged homewards . But his thoughts ...
... head , “ and yet he must needs taake away mine in purtier things . I wonder of this es a good shillin ' . Aw iss , he's good , that's something , " saying which , Zacky put it in his pocket , and trudged homewards . But his thoughts ...
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... head , with his four legs sticking up in a helpless way , that should have brought back to her heart , half in tears ... heads to rejoice . " It is well that he is gone , " said the king of the pixies . " Who is he ? the miserable ...
... head , with his four legs sticking up in a helpless way , that should have brought back to her heart , half in tears ... heads to rejoice . " It is well that he is gone , " said the king of the pixies . " Who is he ? the miserable ...
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... head of Lake MARTHA AND THE LADY ELIZABETH . www JULIAN PORICH tinent is still an " undiscovered country " to a good many people . The great island of Manitoulin especially , although it occupies a place on the map , seems to puzzle ...
... head of Lake MARTHA AND THE LADY ELIZABETH . www JULIAN PORICH tinent is still an " undiscovered country " to a good many people . The great island of Manitoulin especially , although it occupies a place on the map , seems to puzzle ...
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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...