Meadowleigh, by the author of 'The ladies of Bever Hollow'.1863 |
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Page 42
... cried Eleanor , " you cannot think how economical and self - denying he is ! " " I am very glad to hear it . Mrs. Maple- son gave me to understand as much , which interested me in him and in you all . I felt a great desire to serve you ...
... cried Eleanor , " you cannot think how economical and self - denying he is ! " " I am very glad to hear it . Mrs. Maple- son gave me to understand as much , which interested me in him and in you all . I felt a great desire to serve you ...
Page 71
... cried the old man , " he's brought me back a stocking full of money ! only look ! " and he shook and chinked it- " he's a kind heart , is Toby , and a dutiful fellow . " ' Aye , aye , I know what's what , " said Toby , spitting upon his ...
... cried the old man , " he's brought me back a stocking full of money ! only look ! " and he shook and chinked it- " he's a kind heart , is Toby , and a dutiful fellow . " ' Aye , aye , I know what's what , " said Toby , spitting upon his ...
Page 74
... cried the old man . Miss Clairvaux went on . ' It's a serious thing to undertake the charge of a child , Toby . He has a soul , you know . Come and talk to me to - morrow evening , Toby - I really can't say anything to you in all that ...
... cried the old man . Miss Clairvaux went on . ' It's a serious thing to undertake the charge of a child , Toby . He has a soul , you know . Come and talk to me to - morrow evening , Toby - I really can't say anything to you in all that ...
Page 86
... cried Miss Clair- vaux , pressing forward . " Not dead , but I think every bone in their bodies must be broke , " said a man pale as ashes . " You have lost your wits , all of you , " said Miss Clairvaux . " Now , listen to me , and ...
... cried Miss Clair- vaux , pressing forward . " Not dead , but I think every bone in their bodies must be broke , " said a man pale as ashes . " You have lost your wits , all of you , " said Miss Clairvaux . " Now , listen to me , and ...
Page 103
... cried , or only made believe , Miss Clairvaux could not tell . " Oh , Toby , Toby , " said she , remon- stratingly , " now , don't go on like that . Here am I , doing everything I can think of for your comfort , and you cry like a child ...
... cried , or only made believe , Miss Clairvaux could not tell . " Oh , Toby , Toby , " said she , remon- stratingly , " now , don't go on like that . Here am I , doing everything I can think of for your comfort , and you cry like a child ...
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Page 202 - Rumour can ope the grave. Acquaintance I would have, but when 't depends Not on the number, but the choice of friends.
Page 202 - t depends Not on the number, but the choice of friends. Books should, not business, entertain the light, And sleep, as undisturbed as death, the night. My house a cottage, more Than palace, and should fitting be For all my use, no luxury. My garden painted o'er With Nature's hand, not Art's ; and pleasures yield, Horace might envy in his Sabine field.
Page 89 - Wherever I find a great deal of gratitude in a poor man, I take it for granted there would be as much generosity if he were a rich man.
Page 152 - WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see ! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me ? Not more than others I deserve, Yet God hath given me more ; For I have food while others starve, Or beg from door to door.
Page 20 - Some brittle sticks of thorn or briar Make me a fire, Close by whose living coal I sit, And glow like it. Lord, I confess too, when I dine, The pulse is thine, And all those other bits that be There...
Page 159 - O, how I long to travel back, And tread again that ancient track! That I might once more reach that plain, Where first I left my glorious train; From whence the enlightened spirit sees That shady city of palm trees.
Page 202 - These unbought sports, this happy state, I would not fear, nor wish my fate, But boldly say each night, To-morrow let my sun his beams display, Or in clouds hide them — I have lived to-day.
Page 215 - Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness? It was gone Quite underground; as flowers depart To see their mother root, when they have blown ; Where they together All the hard weather, Dead to the world, keep house unknown.
Page 48 - The clash of arguments and jar of words, Worse than the mortal brunt of rival swords, Decide no question with their tedious length, For opposition gives opinion strength, Divert the champions prodigal of breath, And put the peaceably disposed to death.
Page 215 - The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring. Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing. Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness?