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... stood back - surveying the effect , and humming the fragment of a song , Philip came slowly up the gallery , and said gravely , · - " Master Cuthbert , Sir Oliver wants to speak with you directly . " " Where is he ? " " In the garden ...
... stood back - surveying the effect , and humming the fragment of a song , Philip came slowly up the gallery , and said gravely , · - " Master Cuthbert , Sir Oliver wants to speak with you directly . " " Where is he ? " " In the garden ...
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... stood a fat cook basting the brown loins that the beast might not burn , and on the other a stout and expert carver осса- sionally stopped the rude spit , and with a long broad knife detached savoury portions for the greedy by ...
... stood a fat cook basting the brown loins that the beast might not burn , and on the other a stout and expert carver осса- sionally stopped the rude spit , and with a long broad knife detached savoury portions for the greedy by ...
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... stood leaning on staves , or sat dim - eyed on the stones before their doors , to see or hear the bridal train pass down ; for each of these Parson Noble and the franklin had a kind word as they went by , returned by the benison and ...
... stood leaning on staves , or sat dim - eyed on the stones before their doors , to see or hear the bridal train pass down ; for each of these Parson Noble and the franklin had a kind word as they went by , returned by the benison and ...
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... stood a fragrant branch of May in a cup of water . There were faint flushes in her trans- parent cheeks , and there was an unearthly brightness in her eyes - not fitful — but a calm , steady , serene ray , that , as the declining sun ...
... stood a fragrant branch of May in a cup of water . There were faint flushes in her trans- parent cheeks , and there was an unearthly brightness in her eyes - not fitful — but a calm , steady , serene ray , that , as the declining sun ...
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... glad scene , and his ear drank in the living sound ; but the prosy old miller was at his door , and his daughter stood on the stepping stones below , watching the white breasted ducks that played in E 4 THE BROKEN FONT . 79 CHAP. V. ...
... glad scene , and his ear drank in the living sound ; but the prosy old miller was at his door , and his daughter stood on the stepping stones below , watching the white breasted ducks that played in E 4 THE BROKEN FONT . 79 CHAP. V. ...
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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.