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... eyes on her was last Tuesday , when she came down stairs , dressed in her Sunday gown , and with a new ribbon in her bonnet , and gloves on her hands , like the lady she was so fond of thinking herself . " 66 59 " She was as pretty a ...
... eyes on her was last Tuesday , when she came down stairs , dressed in her Sunday gown , and with a new ribbon in her bonnet , and gloves on her hands , like the lady she was so fond of thinking herself . " 66 59 " She was as pretty a ...
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... eyes ; but when she saw Mary cry ( for Mary can't abide words in a house ) , she went and kissed her , and said she was not so bad as I thought her . So we talked more friendly , for , as I said , I liked the lass well enough , and her ...
... eyes ; but when she saw Mary cry ( for Mary can't abide words in a house ) , she went and kissed her , and said she was not so bad as I thought her . So we talked more friendly , for , as I said , I liked the lass well enough , and her ...
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... eyes tearless , her face calm , though deadly pale , and uttering no sound , except when her teeth chattered for very nervousness . The cries grew worse . The doctor was very long in hearing the repeated rings at his night - bell , and ...
... eyes tearless , her face calm , though deadly pale , and uttering no sound , except when her teeth chattered for very nervousness . The cries grew worse . The doctor was very long in hearing the repeated rings at his night - bell , and ...
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... eyes and sank back on her pillow , awake , and knowing it was a dream ; and still , in all her troubles and perplexities , her heart called on her mother for aid , and she thought , " If mother had but lived , she would have helped me ...
... eyes and sank back on her pillow , awake , and knowing it was a dream ; and still , in all her troubles and perplexities , her heart called on her mother for aid , and she thought , " If mother had but lived , she would have helped me ...
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... eyes off her , and Mary put down her long black lashes with a sort of dislike of the very observation she had taken such pains to secure . Can you fancy the bustle of Alice to make the tea , to pour it out , and sweeten it to their ...
... eyes off her , and Mary put down her long black lashes with a sort of dislike of the very observation she had taken such pains to secure . Can you fancy the bustle of Alice to make the tea , to pour it out , and sweeten it to their ...
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Page 420 - Touch us gently, Time ! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently, — as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream ! Humble voyagers are We, Husband, wife, and children three — (One is lost, — an angel, fled To the azure overhead ! ) Touch us gently, Time ! We've not proud nor soaring wings : Our ambition, our content Lies in simple things. Humble voyagers are We, O'er Life's dim unsounded sea, Seeking only some calm clime : — Touch us gently, gentle Time ! EBENEZER ELLIOTT.
Page 10 - We're their slaves as long as we can work ; we pile up their fortunes with the sweat of our brows, and yet we are to live as separate as if we were in two worlds ; ay, as separate as Dives and Lazarus, with a great gulf betwixt us : but I know who was best off then,'' and he wound up his speech with a low chuckle that had no mirth in it.
Page 191 - No education had given him wisdom; and without wisdom, even love, with all its effects, too often works but harm. He acted to the best of his judgment, but it was a widely-erring judgment. The actions of the uneducated seem to me typified in those of Frankenstein, that monster of many human qualities, ungifted with a soul, a knowledge of the difference between good and evil.
Page 363 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 237 - Fantastic passions! maddening brawl! And shame and terror over all! Deeds to be hid which were not hid, Which all confused I could not know Whether I suffered, or I did: For all seemed guilt, remorse or woe, My own or others still the same Life-stifling fear, soul-stifling shame.
Page 320 - A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys. While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind...
Page 141 - Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die? Or canst thou break that heart of his, Whase only faut is loving thee ? If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least be pity to me shown ! A thought ungentle canna be The thought o
Page 206 - While the men had stood grouped near the door, on their first entrance, Mr. Harry Carson had taken out his silver pencil, and had drawn an admirable caricature of them — lank, ragged, dispirited, and famine-stricken. Underneath he wrote a hasty quotation from the fat knight's well-known speech in Henry IV.
Page 1 - Whether the bitter complaints made by them, of the neglect which they experienced from the prosperous — especially from the masters whose fortunes they had helped to build up— were well-founded or no, it is not for me to judge.
Page 156 - THE MAID'S LAMENT. I loved him not ; and yet now he is gone I feel I am alone. I check'd him while he spoke ; yet could he speak Alas ! I would not check. For reasons not to love him once I sought, And wearied all my thought To vex myself and him : I now would give My love could he but live Who lately lived for me, and when he found Twas vain, in holy ground He hid his face amid the shades of death. I waste for him my breath Who wasted his for me : but mine returns, And this...