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Pagina 8
... arms . His subsequent history we are better ac- quainted with . His attention , in France , was turned to theology , in which he became greatly interested , the learned Calvinist , Amyrault , having directed. 8 SARTAIN'S MAGAZINE .
... arms . His subsequent history we are better ac- quainted with . His attention , in France , was turned to theology , in which he became greatly interested , the learned Calvinist , Amyrault , having directed. 8 SARTAIN'S MAGAZINE .
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... turned his fine eyes upon his mother's face , with a look of so much sweetness and affection that she was at once ... turning to her aged relative with a look of the most bewitching playfulness , " will you second my motion ? " THE TAKE ...
... turned his fine eyes upon his mother's face , with a look of so much sweetness and affection that she was at once ... turning to her aged relative with a look of the most bewitching playfulness , " will you second my motion ? " THE TAKE ...
Pagina 25
... turning to town to - day , and I am very sure he would perform any feat either mental or bodily , rather than leave ... turned he with earnestness . 66 " I read Mrs. Barbauld's fable of The Little Dog , ' to Lily this morning , " said ...
... turning to town to - day , and I am very sure he would perform any feat either mental or bodily , rather than leave ... turned he with earnestness . 66 " I read Mrs. Barbauld's fable of The Little Dog , ' to Lily this morning , " said ...
Pagina 26
... turned to his mother to bid her good - bye . “ Remember , Ned , ” said she , as she placed her hand in that which her son held out to her , " you must not fail to be back before Christmas day . Your father and I have little right to ...
... turned to his mother to bid her good - bye . “ Remember , Ned , ” said she , as she placed her hand in that which her son held out to her , " you must not fail to be back before Christmas day . Your father and I have little right to ...
Pagina 27
... turning the envelope , she read in her own handwriting the words , " Cora Milford's hair , " and immediately ... turned the laughter succeeded her tears . " I know all about it , " continued Mary , as her uncle , slip- ping an ...
... turning the envelope , she read in her own handwriting the words , " Cora Milford's hair , " and immediately ... turned the laughter succeeded her tears . " I know all about it , " continued Mary , as her uncle , slip- ping an ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 234 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay. That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters. Not from the bards sublime. Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Pagina 124 - He that ruleth his spirit, is better than he that taketh a city,
Pagina 234 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Pagina 45 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
Pagina 335 - Ye therefore, beloved, seeing ye know these things before, beware lest ye also, being led away with the error of the wicked, fall from your own stedfastness. But grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.
Pagina 235 - I know, I know I should not see The season's glorious show, Nor would its brightness shine for me, Nor its wild music flow ; But if, around my place of sleep, The friends I love should come to weep, They might not haste to go. Soft airs, and song, and light and bloom Should keep them lingering by my tomb.
Pagina 256 - The chestnut pattering to the ground: Calm and deep peace on this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green and gold: Calm and still light on yon great plain That sweeps with all its autumn bowers, And crowded farms and lessening towers, To mingle with the bounding main...
Pagina 235 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain ; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers.
Pagina 236 - Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Pagina 238 - Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.