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... eyes and gentle smile : A face with gladness overspread , Sweet looks , by human kindness bred ! ' Of her sister Margaret I need say nothing . She was a lively , thoughtless , loving lass , full of fun and frolic , the very joy and ...
... eyes and gentle smile : A face with gladness overspread , Sweet looks , by human kindness bred ! ' Of her sister Margaret I need say nothing . She was a lively , thoughtless , loving lass , full of fun and frolic , the very joy and ...
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... eyes and hair ; and partly , I think , because his deeds were ' dark , ' and such as love not the light . For the ... Eye that sees all things , from which neither thought nor feeling can be hidden . It is not a very difficult task to ...
... eyes and hair ; and partly , I think , because his deeds were ' dark , ' and such as love not the light . For the ... Eye that sees all things , from which neither thought nor feeling can be hidden . It is not a very difficult task to ...
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... eyes . Why , no . How could they , Lydia , when you know Uncle Wilfred is alive and well now , and coming to see us all very soon ? ' said her brothers . ' No ; Wilfred was not killed , ' returned Uncle Godfrey . ' Everything in the ...
... eyes . Why , no . How could they , Lydia , when you know Uncle Wilfred is alive and well now , and coming to see us all very soon ? ' said her brothers . ' No ; Wilfred was not killed , ' returned Uncle Godfrey . ' Everything in the ...
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... eyes , from which nothing on land or sea could escape . ' There's not much sign of storms , Ned , ' said the boy , glancing from sky to sea , and away to the sun , setting behind the burnished outlines of the mountain . ' It looks as ...
... eyes , from which nothing on land or sea could escape . ' There's not much sign of storms , Ned , ' said the boy , glancing from sky to sea , and away to the sun , setting behind the burnished outlines of the mountain . ' It looks as ...
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... eyes as he sprang to his feet , and then he lifted up his hard , brown , boyish hand toward the heaven above him . ' He shall be my King ! ' he said ; and not staying to utter another word , bounded along the shore towards the boat ...
... eyes as he sprang to his feet , and then he lifted up his hard , brown , boyish hand toward the heaven above him . ' He shall be my King ! ' he said ; and not staying to utter another word , bounded along the shore towards the boat ...
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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...