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... Katharine , his daughter , was in her twentieth year , and his nephew's son was about fourteen years of age . Master Noble , of whom mention has been made , was tutor to the boy Arthur , and re- sided with the family . This young ...
... Katharine , his daughter , was in her twentieth year , and his nephew's son was about fourteen years of age . Master Noble , of whom mention has been made , was tutor to the boy Arthur , and re- sided with the family . This young ...
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... Katharine , leaning over the balustrade of the upper terrace , with an air of grave and perplexed curiosity . As soon as they reached the top , which was level with the lawn in front of the mansion , Katharine caught Kitten in her arms ...
... Katharine , leaning over the balustrade of the upper terrace , with an air of grave and perplexed curiosity . As soon as they reached the top , which was level with the lawn in front of the mansion , Katharine caught Kitten in her arms ...
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... Katharine , his daughter , rides con- stantly with her father , except when she takes the diversion of hawking , or goes out after the beagles with her young cousin , Arthur , who is as high - spirited and active a youth in the field ...
... Katharine , his daughter , rides con- stantly with her father , except when she takes the diversion of hawking , or goes out after the beagles with her young cousin , Arthur , who is as high - spirited and active a youth in the field ...
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... Katharine , so very deep , so profoundly sad , that even amid the sorrowful perplexities of the moment it glanced across the mind of Juxon , that , in one or other of the parties in this business , her own heart was most closely ...
... Katharine , so very deep , so profoundly sad , that even amid the sorrowful perplexities of the moment it glanced across the mind of Juxon , that , in one or other of the parties in this business , her own heart was most closely ...
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... Katharine , marked the gentle fire of her dark eyes , and the expression of all that is sweet and engaging in humanity about a mouth where her noble qualities were most fairly written . After the grave and laudable custom of those good ...
... Katharine , marked the gentle fire of her dark eyes , and the expression of all that is sweet and engaging in humanity about a mouth where her noble qualities were most fairly written . After the grave and laudable custom of those good ...
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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.