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... walk ; an unusual thing for the cobbler to take with his daughter . But there was something unusual in their whole appearance . Having given the fire a last little stir , and swung the kettle over , Esther took from a drawer an old An ...
... walk ; an unusual thing for the cobbler to take with his daughter . But there was something unusual in their whole appearance . Having given the fire a last little stir , and swung the kettle over , Esther took from a drawer an old An ...
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... walk is too straight , and that too crooked ; the earwigs are a nuisance , and the dahlia is condemned without mercy for its want of scent . Roses may hang as thick as June can fling them - the golden jasmine and sparkling azalia may ...
... walk is too straight , and that too crooked ; the earwigs are a nuisance , and the dahlia is condemned without mercy for its want of scent . Roses may hang as thick as June can fling them - the golden jasmine and sparkling azalia may ...
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... walk abreast ; the mental distinction is equally remarkable . The weaver is a speculator , a thinker , a politician - wisely or not according to his education ; but here , supreme in- difference and ignorance prevail , in regard to all ...
... walk abreast ; the mental distinction is equally remarkable . The weaver is a speculator , a thinker , a politician - wisely or not according to his education ; but here , supreme in- difference and ignorance prevail , in regard to all ...
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... walk with singleness of heart into the perfect day . Capable of every sacrifice , except the convictions of conscience , such apostles of truth , not animated by selfish ambition , which seeks to support itself upon false greatness in ...
... walk with singleness of heart into the perfect day . Capable of every sacrifice , except the convictions of conscience , such apostles of truth , not animated by selfish ambition , which seeks to support itself upon false greatness in ...
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... walk up to the door , and a bit of unhappy creeper trying to live upon it ; and under any possible circumstances of quittal is a disgrace to inhabit . " As to the garden , the only absolute sine qua non is a few good , brilliant beds of ...
... walk up to the door , and a bit of unhappy creeper trying to live upon it ; and under any possible circumstances of quittal is a disgrace to inhabit . " As to the garden , the only absolute sine qua non is a few good , brilliant beds of ...
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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.