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... gone . ' ' Gone ! where ? ' ' To the lighthouse , as thou knowest . ' ' Would there were no lighthouse ! I don't thank the Government that spoiled an honest fellow's trade by clapping yonder pile of rugged stones on the Witch's Rock . I ...
... gone . ' ' Gone ! where ? ' ' To the lighthouse , as thou knowest . ' ' Would there were no lighthouse ! I don't thank the Government that spoiled an honest fellow's trade by clapping yonder pile of rugged stones on the Witch's Rock . I ...
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... gone . I feel like one O'er whom a dreamy spell is cast , Drunk with enchanted wine . ' T is of the enchanter's nightshade that the poet speaks in this verse ; and one might suppose , from the name , that it was renowned for its magi ...
... gone . I feel like one O'er whom a dreamy spell is cast , Drunk with enchanted wine . ' T is of the enchanter's nightshade that the poet speaks in this verse ; and one might suppose , from the name , that it was renowned for its magi ...
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... gone on a little way , Wilfred , who was driving the first dray , called back to me : " You had better plant the purse , Godfrey . " 199 " Plant the purse ! " What does that mean , uncle ? ' said Lydia . ' Well , Lydia , older and wiser ...
... gone on a little way , Wilfred , who was driving the first dray , called back to me : " You had better plant the purse , Godfrey . " 199 " Plant the purse ! " What does that mean , uncle ? ' said Lydia . ' Well , Lydia , older and wiser ...
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... gone to Ogilvy House , still holding his big stick firmly , but not feeling so confident now as to the service it was to render him somehow , the real matter - of - fact adventure of re- leasing poor Bijou from the snare , had had the ...
... gone to Ogilvy House , still holding his big stick firmly , but not feeling so confident now as to the service it was to render him somehow , the real matter - of - fact adventure of re- leasing poor Bijou from the snare , had had the ...
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... gone down , and the short November twilight was rapidly fading into deep darkness . Should she make at once for the Witch's Rock ? But of what avail would be her feeble strength against two robust men like Marsland and Robin Lambourne ...
... gone down , and the short November twilight was rapidly fading into deep darkness . Should she make at once for the Witch's Rock ? But of what avail would be her feeble strength against two robust men like Marsland and Robin Lambourne ...
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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...