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Page 82
... Clara since she had finally taken to her bed , though it was now more than a fortnight , and the poor child had already entreated many times to be allowed to assist in nursing her , or at least to pay her a short visit . " Heretics ...
... Clara since she had finally taken to her bed , though it was now more than a fortnight , and the poor child had already entreated many times to be allowed to assist in nursing her , or at least to pay her a short visit . " Heretics ...
Page 83
... Clara , who was advanc- ing , to remain where she was ; " My dear friend , " said she , " you appear to forget that we have a Saviour who died to atone for our sins ! " " Atone for our sins ! " repeated the invalid as if she but half ...
... Clara , who was advanc- ing , to remain where she was ; " My dear friend , " said she , " you appear to forget that we have a Saviour who died to atone for our sins ! " " Atone for our sins ! " repeated the invalid as if she but half ...
Page 84
... Clara's half suppressed sobs , and looking round she asked who was there ? " It is I , dear mamma , your poor Clara ! " said her daughter , coming from her hiding - place and throwing herself on her knees beside Sœur Camille , who then ...
... Clara's half suppressed sobs , and looking round she asked who was there ? " It is I , dear mamma , your poor Clara ! " said her daughter , coming from her hiding - place and throwing herself on her knees beside Sœur Camille , who then ...
Page 85
... Clara sat down on the edge of the bed kissing the hand which her mother , with a faint smile , held out to her . " Oh , my child , how I have wronged you by bringing you here , " said she ; " what would I not give to repair this act at ...
... Clara sat down on the edge of the bed kissing the hand which her mother , with a faint smile , held out to her . " Oh , my child , how I have wronged you by bringing you here , " said she ; " what would I not give to repair this act at ...
Page 86
Camille , therefore , advised Clara to go back to her cell and leave her mother to rest . But in the absorbing interest of what had passed , they had forgotten the flight of time , and just as Clara was softly kissing the wasted hand ...
Camille , therefore , advised Clara to go back to her cell and leave her mother to rest . But in the absorbing interest of what had passed , they had forgotten the flight of time , and just as Clara was softly kissing the wasted hand ...
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Page 180 - I no sooner saw this venerable man in the pulpit, but I very much approved of my friend's insisting upon the qualifications of a good aspect and a clear voice; for I was so charmed with the gracefulness of his figure and delivery, as well as with the discourses he pronounced, that I think I never passed any time more to my satisfaction. A sermon repeated after this manner, is like the composition of a poet in the mouth of a graceful actor.
Page 476 - I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Page 179 - As Sir Roger was going on in his story, the gentleman we were talking of came up to us; and upon the knight's asking him who preached to-morrow (for it was Saturday night), told us, the Bishop of St. Asaph in the morning, and Dr. South in the afternoon.
Page 125 - The jury returned a verdict of wilful murder against some person or persons unknown, and the police were put on their mettle to discover the unknown and daring murderer.
Page 147 - So, they established the rule, that all poor people should have the alternative (for they would compel nobody, not they), of being starved by a gradual process in the house, or by a quick one out of it.
Page 476 - I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 537 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Page 470 - Ocean and earth, the solid frame of earth And ocean's liquid mass, beneath him lay In gladness and deep joy. | The clouds were touched, And in their silent faces could he read Unutterable love. Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live ; they were his life.
Page 475 - And all day long I number yet, All seasons through, another debt, Which I, wherever thou art met, To thee am owing; An instinct call it, a blind sense; A happy, genial influence, Coming one knows not how, nor whence, Nor whither going.
Page 383 - Sidmouth, and of the conduct of the excellent Mrs Partington on that occasion. In the winter of 1824, there set in a great flood upon that town ; the tide rose to an incredible height ; the waves rushed in upon the houses, and everything was threatened with destruction.