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... , ....... I'm old to - day ,. .... The Unthankful ,. The Voice of her I love , The Old Church Bell , We come not back , Daily Duties , Flowers , Beyond the River ,. .... 254 256 257 267 .... 268 269 270 271 10 CONTENTS .
... , ....... I'm old to - day ,. .... The Unthankful ,. The Voice of her I love , The Old Church Bell , We come not back , Daily Duties , Flowers , Beyond the River ,. .... 254 256 257 267 .... 268 269 270 271 10 CONTENTS .
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... bell rung . She almost flew down stairs , and swung open the door . It was her husband , and he passed in without replying to her quick interrogation , or seeming to notice her . But she saw , as her eyes followed him , that his steps ...
... bell rung . She almost flew down stairs , and swung open the door . It was her husband , and he passed in without replying to her quick interrogation , or seeming to notice her . But she saw , as her eyes followed him , that his steps ...
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... bells upon the wind , The blossom on the tree ; But lovelier far than chime or flower , A valued friend in sorrow's hour . Sweet is the carol of a bird , When warbling on the spray , And beautiful the moon's pale beam That lights us on ...
... bells upon the wind , The blossom on the tree ; But lovelier far than chime or flower , A valued friend in sorrow's hour . Sweet is the carol of a bird , When warbling on the spray , And beautiful the moon's pale beam That lights us on ...
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... Bell Grosvenor , " see yonder country gawky ; as I live he is beckoning the coachman . Now , if he gets in there'll be fun , for I do love to plague these green ones . Why , Milly , how you open your great blue eyes ! 44 MILLY GREY , OR ...
... Bell Grosvenor , " see yonder country gawky ; as I live he is beckoning the coachman . Now , if he gets in there'll be fun , for I do love to plague these green ones . Why , Milly , how you open your great blue eyes ! 44 MILLY GREY , OR ...
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... Bell ? " said Milly , timidly shrinking back into her seat ; " you would not be so impolite , so " " Our politeness is reserved for the city , dear , " broke in Annie ; 66 we consider such fellows as that nobodies ; and if they don't ...
... Bell ? " said Milly , timidly shrinking back into her seat ; " you would not be so impolite , so " " Our politeness is reserved for the city , dear , " broke in Annie ; 66 we consider such fellows as that nobodies ; and if they don't ...
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Page 31 - MY LOST YOUTH. OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear- old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 34 - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the schoolboy's brain ; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 34 - And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair, And with joy that is almost pain My heart goes back to wander there, And among the dreams of the days that were I find my lost youth again. And the strange and beautiful song, The groves are repeating it still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts
Page 107 - SOME murmur when their sky is clear And wholly bright to view, If one small speck of dark appear In their great heaven of blue ; And some with thankful love are filled, If but one streak of light, One ray of God's good mercy, gild The darkness of their night.
Page 33 - The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er, And the bugle wild and shrill. And the music of that old song Throbs in my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 35 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.' And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair, And with joy that is almost pain My heart goes back to wander there, And among the dreams of the days that were, I find my lost youth again. And the strange and beautiful song, The groves are repeating it still: 'A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 209 - Oh, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable his judgments, and his paths beyond tracing out!
Page 207 - Since trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs ; Since life's best joys consist in peace and ease, And though but few can serve, yet all may please ; O let th> ungentle spirit learn from hence, A small unkindness is a great offence. To spread large bounties, though we wish in vain, Yet all may shun the guilt of giving pain...
Page 192 - Whose adorning let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel ; but let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.
Page 134 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.