Through the shadows, by the author of 'Sidney Grey'.Hurst and Blackett, 1859 |
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... window was open , and the fresh , keen March wind blew through the room . Ruth went to the window to lean out for a minute , and cool her flushed cheeks . There had been a little rain during the day , and a fresh , growing smell ...
... window was open , and the fresh , keen March wind blew through the room . Ruth went to the window to lean out for a minute , and cool her flushed cheeks . There had been a little rain during the day , and a fresh , growing smell ...
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... window again . The touch of the wind on her face , or perhaps something else , had calmed the flutter of her spirits ... windows in those happy - looking houses ; they had none of them anything to do with aunt Harriet ; they had ...
... window again . The touch of the wind on her face , or perhaps something else , had calmed the flutter of her spirits ... windows in those happy - looking houses ; they had none of them anything to do with aunt Harriet ; they had ...
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... window with a jerk and subsided into his own corner of the carriage . Caroline would as soon have thought of attempting to draw a bone from the mouth of a petulant and snappish dog as of addressing her uncle when he had given such ...
... window with a jerk and subsided into his own corner of the carriage . Caroline would as soon have thought of attempting to draw a bone from the mouth of a petulant and snappish dog as of addressing her uncle when he had given such ...
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... window , though she was not looking out , and the lights from the street lamps , as they passed along , came and went upon it . Some people — but not such people as Caroline - would have found enough there to have occupied their ...
... window , though she was not looking out , and the lights from the street lamps , as they passed along , came and went upon it . Some people — but not such people as Caroline - would have found enough there to have occupied their ...
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... window on still summer nights and talk and laugh at their ease , with their faces towards the furnished room and the ... windows and crowded carriage - drive gave tokens of a large evening party . Major Earle jumped out of the carriage ...
... window on still summer nights and talk and laugh at their ease , with their faces towards the furnished room and the ... windows and crowded carriage - drive gave tokens of a large evening party . Major Earle jumped out of the carriage ...
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Page 171 - 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 128 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Page 268 - there is a time to speak, and a time to keep silence." One meets with people in the world, who seem never to have made the last of these observations. And yet these great talkers do not at all speak from their having anything to say, as every sentence shows, but only from their inclination to be talking.
Page 215 - THE world's a room of sickness, where each heart Knows its own anguish and unrest ; The truest wisdom there, and noblest art, Is his who skills of comfort best ; Whom by the softest step and gentlest tone Enfeebled spirits own, And love to raise the languid eye, When, like an angel's wing, they feel him fleeting by...
Page 176 - O SWEET pale Margaret, O rare pale Margaret, What lit your eyes with tearful power, Like moonlight on a falling shower ? Who lent you, love, your mortal dower Of pensive thought and aspect pale, Your melancholy sweet and frail As perfume of the cuckoo flower ? From the westward-winding flood, From the evening-lighted wood, From all things outward you have won A tearful grace, as tho' you stood Between the rainbow and the sun.
Page 260 - Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flashed into the crystal mirror, Tirra lirra', by the river Sang Sir Lancelot.
Page 40 - ... discourse of the affairs of others, and giving of characters. These are in a manner the same: and one can scarce call it an indifferent subject, because discourse upon it almost perpetually runs into somewhat criminal. And first of all, it were very much to be wished that this did not take up so great a part of conversation ; because it is indeed a subject of a dangerous nature.