The Repository, Հատորներ 51-52Universalist Publishing House, 1874 |
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Արդյունքներ 84–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... Dear Annie , do you care for me a little ? " Her eyes had been raised to his for an instant as he commenced to speak , but as she gathered his meaning her eyelids had fallen and her fair head drooped . He could not even see the ...
... Dear Annie , do you care for me a little ? " Her eyes had been raised to his for an instant as he commenced to speak , but as she gathered his meaning her eyelids had fallen and her fair head drooped . He could not even see the ...
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... Dear me , " said Mrs. Waring , " this seems so sudden to me , and you have known Annie such a little while , that I can scarcely think that you are in earnest , or that I hear aright . " " I assure you , " said Phil , " that I was never ...
... Dear me , " said Mrs. Waring , " this seems so sudden to me , and you have known Annie such a little while , that I can scarcely think that you are in earnest , or that I hear aright . " " I assure you , " said Phil , " that I was never ...
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... dear embrace . " Dear Annie , dearest An- nie , mine at last . Are you as glad to see me as I am to see you ? " And Annie , clinging fast to her lover who had come to her through the darkness and storm , found suddenly that life was ...
... dear embrace . " Dear Annie , dearest An- nie , mine at last . Are you as glad to see me as I am to see you ? " And Annie , clinging fast to her lover who had come to her through the darkness and storm , found suddenly that life was ...
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... dear , " she said . “ What is it ? " asked the ' squire . " Mr. Philip Gregory has arrived . " " The deuce ! " said the ' squire , lifting his head from his pillow in great amaze- ment . No , Mr. Philip Gregory , " said Mrs. Waring ...
... dear , " she said . “ What is it ? " asked the ' squire . " Mr. Philip Gregory has arrived . " " The deuce ! " said the ' squire , lifting his head from his pillow in great amaze- ment . No , Mr. Philip Gregory , " said Mrs. Waring ...
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... dear son , " said the father , " that the task of removing them is so quickly done , but then , " continued he sadly , " don't you see how you have marred and injured the door ? The nails are gone , but the scars remain . " My dear ...
... dear son , " said the father , " that the task of removing them is so quickly done , but then , " continued he sadly , " don't you see how you have marred and injured the door ? The nails are gone , but the scars remain . " My dear ...
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Common terms and phrases
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Էջ 132 - And the fear of you and the dread of you shall be upon every beast of the earth, and upon every fowl of the air, upon all that moveth upon the earth, and upon all the fishes of the sea; into your hand are they delivered.
Էջ 165 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Էջ 185 - The death of a dear friend, wife, brother, lover, which seemed nothing but privation, somewhat later assumes the aspect of a guide or genius ; for it commonly operates revolutions in our way of life, terminates an epoch of infancy or of youth which was waiting to be closed, breaks up a wonted occupation, or a household, or style of living, and allows the formation of new ones more friendly to the growth of character.
Էջ 165 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Էջ 472 - So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be, How know I what had need of thee, For thou wert strong as thou wert true?
Էջ 185 - And yet the compensations of calamity are made apparent to the understanding also, after long intervals of time. A fever, a mutilation, a cruel disappointment, a loss of wealth, a loss of friends, seems at the moment unpaid loss, and unpayable. But the sure years reveal the deep remedial force that underlies all facts. The death of a dear friend, wife, brother, lover, which seemed nothing but privation, somewhat later assumes the. aspect of a guide or genius ; for it commonly...
Էջ 438 - Heaven is not reached at a single bound ; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round.
Էջ 250 - ... full many a gem of purest ray serene the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness on the desert air. some village Hampden that with dauntless breast the little tyrant of his fields withstood, some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
Էջ 165 - Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds, At last he beat his music out. There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds.
Էջ 303 - Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want.