 | Mary Wollstonecraft - Women - 1798
...in trade and fenfuality. I am weary of travelling — yet feem to have no home — no refting- place to look to.— I am ftrangely caft off. — How often,...eyes again !" With a heart feelingly alive to all the affeftions of my nature — I have never met with one, fofter than the ftone that I would fain 3 take... | |
 | 1901
...yet seem to have no home — no resting-place to look to. I am strangely cast off. How often, passing through the rocks, I have thought " but for this child,...head on one of them, and never open my eyes again." ... I do not understand you. It is necessary for you to write more explicitly, and determine on some... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft - Women authors, English - 1879 - 207 pages
...yet seem to have no home — no resting place to look to. I am strangely cast off. How often, passing through the rocks, I have thought, " But for this...affections of my nature, I have never met with one softer than the stone that I would fain take for my last pillow. I once thought I had, but it was all... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft - Authors, English - 1879 - 207 pages
...yet seem to have no home — no resting place to look to. I am strangely cast off. How often, passing through the rocks, I have thought, " But for this...affections of my nature, I have never met with one softer than the stone that I would fain take for my last pillow. I once thought I had, but it was all... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft - Authors, English - 1879 - 207 pages
...yet seem to have no home — no resting place to look to. I am strangely cast off. How often, passing through the rocks, I have thought, " But for this...affections of my nature, I have never met with one softer than the stone that I would fain take for my last pillow. I once thought I had, but it was all... | |
 | Abby Sage Richardson - Authors, English - 1882 - 322 pages
...home — no resting-place to look to. I am strangely east off. How often, passing through the rocks, 1 have thought, "But for this child I would lay my head...affections of my nature, I have never met with one softer than the stone that I would fain take for my last pillow. I once thought I had ; but it was... | |
 | Elizabeth Robins Pennell - Authors, English - 1884 - 360 pages
...declare that she and pleasure had shaken hands. " How often," she breaks out in her agony, "passing through the rocks, I have thought, ' But for this...head on one of them, and never open my eyes again ! ' " The only particular in which he remained firm was his unwillingness to give a final decision... | |
 | Elizabeth Robins Pennell - Authors, English - 1884 - 360 pages
...declare that she and pleasure had shaken hands. " How often," she breaks out in her agony, " passing through the rocks, I have thought, ' But for this...would lay my head on one of them, and never open my eyei again ! ' " The only particular in which he remained firm was his unwillingness to give a final... | |
 | Elizabeth Robins Pennell - BIOGRAPHY & AUTOBIOGRAPHY - 1885 - 209 pages
...declare that she and pleasure had shaken hands. " How often," she breaks out in her agony, " passing through the rocks, I have thought, ' But for this...head on one of them, and never open my eyes again ! ' " The only particular in which he remained firm was his unwillingness to give a final decision... | |
 | 1901
...yet seem to have no home — no resting-place to look to. I am strangely cast off. How often, passing through the rocks. I have thought "but for this child...head on one of them, and never open my eyes again." ... I do not understand you. It is necessary for you to write more explicitly, and determine on some... | |
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But for this child, I would lay my head on one of them, and never open my eyes again ! " With a heart feelingly alive to all the affections of my nature, I have never met with one softer than the stone that I would fain take for my last pillow. 
