The Boys' and girls' companion [formerly The Sunday scholar's companion]., Issues 1-121883 |
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... Margery did , for though rough and untrained , it was clever and powerful , and showed true artistic feeling in every line . To the artist himself , however , it was full of nothing but faults and failures , which his beauty - loving ...
... Margery did , for though rough and untrained , it was clever and powerful , and showed true artistic feeling in every line . To the artist himself , however , it was full of nothing but faults and failures , which his beauty - loving ...
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... Margery , because what made Miles happy made her happy too - Miles , because the beautiful colours of sunset and effects of evening light were a perfect feast to him . A glorious sunset was one of the few things that seemed to still his ...
... Margery , because what made Miles happy made her happy too - Miles , because the beautiful colours of sunset and effects of evening light were a perfect feast to him . A glorious sunset was one of the few things that seemed to still his ...
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... Margery , " he continued , " do try and cheer up , like a brave lass , and let us come home . We mustn't let mother see you've been crying , or she'll think we've heard bad news . Come along ! " With a tremendous effort Margery silenced ...
... Margery , " he continued , " do try and cheer up , like a brave lass , and let us come home . We mustn't let mother see you've been crying , or she'll think we've heard bad news . Come along ! " With a tremendous effort Margery silenced ...
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... Margery were gone out , " said Phyllis , twisting her pinafore round her fingers . See page 19.am CHURCH OF ENGLAND SUNDAY SCHOOL INSTITUTE , SERJEANTS ' INN , 49 , FLEET STREET , LONDON . gis wm MILES LAMBERT'S THREE CHANCES . MILES ...
... Margery were gone out , " said Phyllis , twisting her pinafore round her fingers . See page 19.am CHURCH OF ENGLAND SUNDAY SCHOOL INSTITUTE , SERJEANTS ' INN , 49 , FLEET STREET , LONDON . gis wm MILES LAMBERT'S THREE CHANCES . MILES ...
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... Margery - Phyllis , Dick , and little Robin . Robin , whom we saw at the beginning of the last chapter perched on the top of the wall , was his brother's favourite model . He was a very pretty boy , with a face as round and rosy as an ...
... Margery - Phyllis , Dick , and little Robin . Robin , whom we saw at the beginning of the last chapter perched on the top of the wall , was his brother's favourite model . He was a very pretty boy , with a face as round and rosy as an ...
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Page 58 - And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Page 46 - Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
Page 70 - Can I forget the dismal night, that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings!
Page 123 - He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to heaven, Saved by His precious Blood.
Page 31 - ON the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I'; No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray. When at last I was forced from my Sheelah to part, She said (while the sorrow was big at her heart), Oh ! remember your Sheelah when fur far away ; And be kind, my dear Pat, to our poor dog Tray.
Page 146 - Tories who had loved and honoured the most accomplished of the Whigs, met the corpse, and led the procession by torchlight, round the shrine of Saint Edward and the graves of the Plantagenets, to the Chapel of Henry the Seventh.
Page 124 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry...
Page 58 - ... one cry; But give to me the snoring breeze And white waves heaving high; And white waves heaving high, my boys, The good ship tight and free — The world of waters is our home, And merry men are we. There's tempest in yon horned moon, And lightning in yon cloud; And hark the music, mariners! The wind is piping loud; The wind is piping loud, my boys, The lightning flashes free — While the hollow oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea.
Page 124 - Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, Each horseman drew his battle-blade, And furious every charger neighed To join the dreadful revelry.
Page 166 - Boundless are my vast dominions ; I can hop, or swim, or fly ; When I please, my towering pinions Trace my empire through the sky : Air and elements you see, Heaven and earth, were made for ME ! " Birds and insects, beasts and fishes^ All their humble distance keep ; Man, subservient to my wishes, Sows the harvest which I reap : Mighty man himself, you see, All that breathe, were made for ME...