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... Francis , for they were the offspring of an unfortunate brother , to whom she had been very closely attached from her childhood . 5 . " This has been a trying day to me as well as to you , Katharine , " she said when they were left ...
... Francis , for they were the offspring of an unfortunate brother , to whom she had been very closely attached from her childhood . 5 . " This has been a trying day to me as well as to you , Katharine , " she said when they were left ...
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... Francis , and that he was again too near for her peace or his own . Yet such is the sweet treachery of a loving heart , that she could not be sad to know , that one so dearly , though so hopelessly , attached to her , was perhaps within ...
... Francis , and that he was again too near for her peace or his own . Yet such is the sweet treachery of a loving heart , that she could not be sad to know , that one so dearly , though so hopelessly , attached to her , was perhaps within ...
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... Francis . A pro- jection of the building threw such a shadow over her window , that her figure could not be seen , and therefore she again looked forth and cast her eyes towards the cedar . The figure near paced slowly backwards and ...
... Francis . A pro- jection of the building threw such a shadow over her window , that her figure could not be seen , and therefore she again looked forth and cast her eyes towards the cedar . The figure near paced slowly backwards and ...
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... Francis suddenly disappeared . Katha- rine now withdrew from the casement ; and , ex- hausted by the various emotions , which had filled and troubled her anxious bosom with apprehen- sion and with delight , she threw herself on her bed ...
... Francis suddenly disappeared . Katha- rine now withdrew from the casement ; and , ex- hausted by the various emotions , which had filled and troubled her anxious bosom with apprehen- sion and with delight , she threw herself on her bed ...
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... Francis Heywood , in ignorance of the sad condition of his cousin Katharine , endured all the agony of a suspicion that he was at once neglected and scorned by her who had been the vision of his lonely hours of labour in a remote ...
... Francis Heywood , in ignorance of the sad condition of his cousin Katharine , endured all the agony of a suspicion that he was at once neglected and scorned by her who had been the vision of his lonely hours of labour in a remote ...
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The Broken Font, by the Author of 'Tales of the Wars of Our Times'. Joseph Moyle Sherer No preview available - 2012 |
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Page 34 - AND is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Page 295 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Page 281 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Page 135 - It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones.
Page 150 - He neither shall be born In housen nor in hall, Nor in the place of Paradise, But in an ox's stall. ' He neither shall be clothed In purple nor in pall, But all in fair linen As wear babies all. ' He neither shall be rocked In silver nor in gold, But in a wooden cradle That rocks on the mould, ' He neither shall be christened In white wine nor red, But with fair spring water With which we were christened.
Page 197 - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
Page 203 - Even as a nurse whose child's imperfect pace Can hardly lead his foot from place to place, Leaves her fond kissing, sets him down to go, Nor does uphold him for a step or two : But when she finds that he begins to fall, She holds him up, and kisses him withal ; — So God from man sometimes withdraws his hand Awhile, to teach his infant faith to stand, But when he sees his feeble strength begin To fail, he gently takes him up again.
Page 172 - The moon shines bright, and the stars give a light, A little before it is day; So God bless you all, both great and small, And send you a joyful May ! THE HELSTONE FURRY-DAY SONG.
Page 51 - Tut, tut ! good enough to toss'; food for powder, food for powder ; they'll fill a pit, as well as better : tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
Page 34 - With His heavenly dew so sweet. The heavenly gates are open wide, Our paths are beaten plain, And if a man be not too far gone, He may return again. The life of man is but a span, It flourishes like a flower, We are here to-day and gone to-morrow, And we are dead in an hour.