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... thought , was just that which an artist would have chosen for her . The tiny left foot , with its high instep and slender ankle , peeped from beneath her petticoat as she leaned on her right arm to watch the sunset ; the round shoulder ...
... thought , was just that which an artist would have chosen for her . The tiny left foot , with its high instep and slender ankle , peeped from beneath her petticoat as she leaned on her right arm to watch the sunset ; the round shoulder ...
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... thoughts of the past . " The wind sighs mournfully , " answered her companion , vacantly , as if pursuing some secret train of thought , " mournfully as a lost child , alone on a moor , calling for its mother . " Again the dame looked ...
... thoughts of the past . " The wind sighs mournfully , " answered her companion , vacantly , as if pursuing some secret train of thought , " mournfully as a lost child , alone on a moor , calling for its mother . " Again the dame looked ...
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A Story of the Refugees Charles Jacobs Peterson. thoughts and feelings in the imaginative niece , which the good prosaic lady could not comprehend ; and so she wisely made no reply , but called the captain , who stood not far off ...
A Story of the Refugees Charles Jacobs Peterson. thoughts and feelings in the imaginative niece , which the good prosaic lady could not comprehend ; and so she wisely made no reply , but called the captain , who stood not far off ...
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... thought that anything serious im- pended , for she had heard such sounds often before during the voyage . Finally , long after her aunt was lost in slum- ber , she fell asleep . She was roused suddenly , some hours after , by the noise ...
... thought that anything serious im- pended , for she had heard such sounds often before during the voyage . Finally , long after her aunt was lost in slum- ber , she fell asleep . She was roused suddenly , some hours after , by the noise ...
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... thought of possible peril , so overpowered was she by the dread majesty of the scene before her . She could liken it to nothing but the abyss of woe , surging its black waters from depths that no plummet could ever sound , impiously ...
... thought of possible peril , so overpowered was she by the dread majesty of the scene before her . She could liken it to nothing but the abyss of woe , surging its black waters from depths that no plummet could ever sound , impiously ...
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added answered Kate Arab Arrison Aunt Chloe awhile beautiful began bloodhound boat Captain Powell CHAPTER Charles child companion conflagration continued Count Pulaski countenance cousin cried dame dark death debbil Emerson Bennett Eugene Sue eyes face fire followed forest Forks G. W. M. Reynolds girl glancing half hand head hear heard heart heerd hero heroine hope horse hour instant Kate's knew lady laugh Liberty or death listened looked Lord Maggy Major Gordon miles Miss Aylesford morning Mullen Neck never niece night once outlaws patriots paused person Pomp Price 25 Price 50 cents reached refugees replied ride river road rushed seemed seen ship shore side sight soon spoke stood suddenly Sweetwater there's thing thought trees Trenton turned Uncle Lawrence Valentine Vox voice Warren watch wave whole wild wind woods words young
Popular passages
Page 279 - By thine Agony and bloody Sweat ; by thy Cross and Passion ; by thy precious Death and Burial ; by thy glorious Resurrection and Ascension ; and by the coming of the Holy Ghost, Good Lord, deliver us.
Page 78 - SWEET AUBURN ! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the laboring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Page 99 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Page 278 - Remember not, Lord, our offences, nor the offences of our forefathers ; neither take thou vengeance of our sins : spare us, good Lord, spare thy people, whom thou hast redeemed with thy most precious blood, and be not angry with us for ever.
Page 268 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 351 - A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel 13 light. XV.— I WANDERED LONELY. 1804. I WANDERED lonely as a cloud...
Page 317 - God is also in sleep, and dreams advise. Which he hath sent propitious some great good Presaging, since, with sorrow and heart's distress Wearied, I fell asleep : but now lead on ; In me is no delay ; with thee to go Is to stay here ; without thee here to stay Is to go hence unwilling ; thou to me Art all things under heaven, all places thou. Who for my wilful crime art banish'd hence...
Page 142 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Page 323 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth...
Page 343 - Is an unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractis'd; Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn ; Happiest of all is, that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king.