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... asked that question ere now ; but , you see , it is a local phrase for putting the purse in some place of safety , where the bushranger will not easily find it . Now , we never carried much money with us , as there were banks at most of ...
... asked that question ere now ; but , you see , it is a local phrase for putting the purse in some place of safety , where the bushranger will not easily find it . Now , we never carried much money with us , as there were banks at most of ...
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... asked , as he put his hand on Wilfred's watch . " Is it gold ? " " Oh , yes , " said Wilfred ; " but it is very old . You'll not take that , surely . " " An old family watch , I see . Give me £ 10 , and you shall have it . " " I cannot ...
... asked , as he put his hand on Wilfred's watch . " Is it gold ? " " Oh , yes , " said Wilfred ; " but it is very old . You'll not take that , surely . " " An old family watch , I see . Give me £ 10 , and you shall have it . " " I cannot ...
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... asked Lewis . ' Yes , we did . It turned out they were lying asleep within 200 yards of us all the time . But we were to hear more of the bushrangers . Shortly after our arrival at the Lachlan , Mr. Guinness went one evening into a ...
... asked Lewis . ' Yes , we did . It turned out they were lying asleep within 200 yards of us all the time . But we were to hear more of the bushrangers . Shortly after our arrival at the Lachlan , Mr. Guinness went one evening into a ...
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... asked Peter , in a quiet voice , ' what is the kingdom ? ' ' I hardly know , ' he answered ; ' I am no scholar like Captain Seaforth . But he told us there were only two kingdoms in the world , and we must belong to one or other ...
... asked Peter , in a quiet voice , ' what is the kingdom ? ' ' I hardly know , ' he answered ; ' I am no scholar like Captain Seaforth . But he told us there were only two kingdoms in the world , and we must belong to one or other ...
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... asked a farm lad , who passed him just as he was going through the opening which led to the high road . Generally Jamie would have stopped and had a talk with Joe ; but now , hurrying on , he only gave him a friendly nod , saying , ' I ...
... asked a farm lad , who passed him just as he was going through the opening which led to the high road . Generally Jamie would have stopped and had a talk with Joe ; but now , hurrying on , he only gave him a friendly nod , saying , ' I ...
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Стр. 96 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights ; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Стр. 42 - And it came to pass, that at midnight the Lord smote all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, from the firstborn of Pharaoh that sat on his throne unto the firstborn of the captive that was in the dungeon; and all the firstborn of cattle.
Стр. 147 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Стр. 89 - On the deck the Rover takes his stand, So dark it is they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, " It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
Стр. 209 - By faith Moses, when he was come to years, refused to be called the son of Pharaoh's daughter; choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season...
Стр. 95 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough ; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy ; Nor does thy luxury destroy.
Стр. 2 - They come forth from the darkness, and their sails Gleam for a moment only in the blaze, And eager faces, as the light unveils, Gaze at the tower, and vanish while they gaze.
Стр. 93 - God is greatly to be feared in the assembly of the saints, and to be had in reverence of all them that are about him. O Lord God of Hosts, who is a strong Lord like unto thee? or to thy faithfulness round about thee? Thou rulest the raging of the sea: when the waves thereof arise, thou stillest them.
Стр. 243 - That to the world are children ; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below. Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere.
Стр. 242 - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...