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... hope than he had of despair . Why , he would ask himself , does she invite me here so constantly , and place the best of everything the house contains on the board before me , when she is so close and stingy to everyone else ? It must ...
... hope than he had of despair . Why , he would ask himself , does she invite me here so constantly , and place the best of everything the house contains on the board before me , when she is so close and stingy to everyone else ? It must ...
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... hope of drawing a tangible promise from her , " and you will do little or nowt for me : at least , do me one favour and tell me-- ” The widow suddenly interrupted Willis , by saying in a tart voice , " There's two bad paymasters - them ...
... hope of drawing a tangible promise from her , " and you will do little or nowt for me : at least , do me one favour and tell me-- ” The widow suddenly interrupted Willis , by saying in a tart voice , " There's two bad paymasters - them ...
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... hope will not be for a good many years to come . " But what , " cries the reader , " what in the name of fortune has all this got to do with Tom Turnpenny , or Tom Turnpenny's wife ? " Patience , " gentle " reader ; softly , if you ...
... hope will not be for a good many years to come . " But what , " cries the reader , " what in the name of fortune has all this got to do with Tom Turnpenny , or Tom Turnpenny's wife ? " Patience , " gentle " reader ; softly , if you ...
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... hope you enjoyed yourself last night . " Yes , there was just the least bit of scarcasm in her accent , but hidden by the pretty smile and roguish glance of her merry , twinkling eyes ; so that Tom , as he gazed in her fresh young face ...
... hope you enjoyed yourself last night . " Yes , there was just the least bit of scarcasm in her accent , but hidden by the pretty smile and roguish glance of her merry , twinkling eyes ; so that Tom , as he gazed in her fresh young face ...
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... hope was spoken As the mourners turned away ; There they left her in her oaken Coffin , clay to clay . Silently they all departed : Not a tear the mother shed , Yet looked aged and broken - hearted As she bowed her head- Bowed her head ...
... hope was spoken As the mourners turned away ; There they left her in her oaken Coffin , clay to clay . Silently they all departed : Not a tear the mother shed , Yet looked aged and broken - hearted As she bowed her head- Bowed her head ...
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Page 240 - Drink no longer water, but use a little wine for thy stomach's sake and thine often infirmities.
Page 151 - Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous, chief in that.
Page 445 - Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Page 519 - Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
Page 279 - My former thoughts returned: the fear that kills; And hope that is unwilling to be fed; Cold, pain, and labour, and all fleshly ills; And mighty Poets in their misery dead. — Perplexed, and longing to be comforted, My question eagerly did I renew, "How is it that you live, and what is it you do?
Page 464 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it :— therefore I'll none of it : Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Page 180 - Their glory disappear. A Power is passing from the earth To breathless Nature's dark abyss; But when the great and good depart What is it more than this — That Man, who is from God sent forth, Doth yet again to God return?
Page 522 - The Blessing of my later years Was with me when a boy : She gave me eyes, she gave me ears ; And humble cares, and delicate fears ; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears ; And love, and thought, and joy.
Page 459 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world...
Page 95 - Genuine and innocent wit like this, is surely the flavour of the mind! Man could direct his ways by plain reason, and support his life by tasteless food ; but God has given us wit, and flavour, and brightness, and laughter, and perfumes, to enliven the days of man's pilgrimage, and to " charm his pained steps over the burning marie.