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... sorted in barber ; and when he had duly examined the kidneys , little skeins on the small round table before her ; she ... sort of pledge ( there being little else left ) knowing the value small Charlotte's father set upon it . This done ...
... sorted in barber ; and when he had duly examined the kidneys , little skeins on the small round table before her ; she ... sort of pledge ( there being little else left ) knowing the value small Charlotte's father set upon it . This done ...
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... sort of tacit barter for unreserved possession , and then , without a word , dived down an alley in the purlieus of Drury Lane . He had evidently some purpose in view , for though the a - la - mode beef , and tripe , and pie - shops ...
... sort of tacit barter for unreserved possession , and then , without a word , dived down an alley in the purlieus of Drury Lane . He had evidently some purpose in view , for though the a - la - mode beef , and tripe , and pie - shops ...
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... sort of advocacy which it is right to give to the largest questions of national salvation . For where certain results can be alone attained , through one class of means ; where these results are of immense signi- ficance ; where it is ...
... sort of advocacy which it is right to give to the largest questions of national salvation . For where certain results can be alone attained , through one class of means ; where these results are of immense signi- ficance ; where it is ...
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... sort of quaint wonderment , till at last opening wide his eyes , and lifting up both his hands , he exclaimed , " So , you really are for this here closing of shops soon ? " " Yes , we are its advocates , and the friend of both employer ...
... sort of quaint wonderment , till at last opening wide his eyes , and lifting up both his hands , he exclaimed , " So , you really are for this here closing of shops soon ? " " Yes , we are its advocates , and the friend of both employer ...
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... sort , from the loss of a button to a national bankruptcy , is neutralized most effectually by " making the best of it . " ELIZA COOK . LOVE OF COUNTRY IN TOWN . " To one who has been long in city pent , ' Tis very sweet to look upon ...
... sort , from the loss of a button to a national bankruptcy , is neutralized most effectually by " making the best of it . " ELIZA COOK . LOVE OF COUNTRY IN TOWN . " To one who has been long in city pent , ' Tis very sweet to look upon ...
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Page 295 - But to nobler sights Michael from Adam's eyes the film removed, Which that false fruit, that promised clearer sight. Had bred; then purged with euphrasy and rue The visual nerve, for he had much to see, And from the well of life three drops instill'd.
Page 272 - Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his tongue would have spoken. Vainly he strove to rise ; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him, Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom. Sweet was the light of his eyes ; but it suddenly sank into darkness, As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement.
Page 272 - Fair was she and young, when in hope began the long journey ; Faded was she and old, when in disappointment it ended. Each succeeding year stole something away from her beauty, Leaving behind it, broader and deeper, the gloom and the shadow. Then there appeared and spread faint streaks of gray o'er her forehead, Dawn of another life, that broke o'er her earthly horizon, As in the eastern sky the first faint streaks of the morning.
Page 330 - When Poverty comes in at the Door, love flies out of the Window.
Page 107 - For all earthly, and for some unearthly purposes, we have machines and mechanic furtherances ; for mincing our cabbages — for casting us into magnetic sleep. We remove mountains, and make seas our smooth highway; nothing can resist us. We war with rude nature; and, by our resistless engines, come off always victorious, and loaded with spoils.
Page 182 - Yes verily; and by God's help so I will. And I heartily thank our heavenly Father, that he hath called me to this state of salvation, through Jesus Christ our Saviour. And I pray unto God to give me his grace, that I may continue in the same unto my life's end.
Page 131 - Methinks the little wit I had is lost Since I saw you! For wit is like a rest Held up at tennis, which men do the best With the best gamesters. What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid!
Page 107 - Were. we required to characterize this age of ours by any single' epithet, we should be tempted to call it, not an Heroical, Devotional, Philosophical, or Moral Age, but, above all others, the Mechanical Age. It is the Age of Machinery, in' every outward and inward sense of that word...
Page 108 - Grand, gloomy, and peculiar, he sat upon the throne, a sceptered hermit, wrapt in the solitude of his own originality. A mind bold, independent, and decisive — a will, despotic in its dictates — an energy that distanced expedition, and a conscience pliable to every touch of interest, marked the outline of this...
Page 305 - The treasures of the deep are not so precious As are the concealed comforts of a man Locked up in woman's love. I scent the air Of blessings, when I come but near the house. What a delicious breath marriage sends forth. . . The violet bed's not sweeter.