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Jenson society, Printed for members only, 1904
 

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Page 238 - ... laid at the head, notched all over with the dismal days and nights he had passed there ; he had one of these little sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had he lifted up a hopeless eye toward the door, then cast it down, shook his head and went on with his work of affliction.
Page 96 - I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and cry, 'Tis all barren and so it is ; and so is all the world to him, who will not cultivate the fruits it offers.
Page xxi - One solitary plate, one knife, one fork, one glass : I gave a thousand pensive penetrating looks at the chair thou hadst so often graced in those quiet and sentimental repasts, then laid down my knife and fork, and took out my handkerchief, and clapped it across my face, and wept like a child.
Page 387 - Eternal fountain of our feelings! 'tis here I trace thee and this is thy "divinity which stirs within me" not, that in some sad and sickening moments, "my soul shrinks back upon herself, and startles at destruction
Page 175 - HAIL ye small sweet courtesies of life, for smooth do ye make the road of it ! like grace and beauty which beget inclinations to love at first sight; 'tis ye who open this door and let the stranger in.
Page 398 - I fancied I could distinguish an elevation of spirit different from that which is the cause or the effect of simple jollity. In a word, I thought I beheld...
Page 95 - What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life, by him who interests his heart in every thing, and who, having eyes to see what time and chance are perpetually holding out to him as he journeyeth on his way, misses nothing he can fairly lay his hands on.
Page 66 - I burst into a flood of tears but I am as weak as a woman ; and I beg the world not to smile, but pity me.
Page 51 - I saw the monk in close conference with a lady just arrived at the inn — I told him the truth; but I did not tell him the whole truth; for I was full as much restrained by the appearance and figure of the lady he was talking to. Suspicion crossed my brain, and said, he was telling her what had passed: something jarred upon it within me — I wished him at his convent.
Page 383 - Maria, though not tall, was nevertheless of the first order of fine forms — affliction had touched her looks with something that was scarce earthly — still she was feminine — and so much was there about her of all that the heart wishes, or...

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