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... hands on his knees , and raising towards the old servant woman his cordial face , which so easily grew joyous , and which was illuminated from below by the firelight , " Come , what is the matter ? is the matter ? Are we in any great ...
... hands on his knees , and raising towards the old servant woman his cordial face , which so easily grew joyous , and which was illuminated from below by the firelight , " Come , what is the matter ? is the matter ? Are we in any great ...
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... hand ; iron - shod shoes on his stockingless feet ; a shaved head and a long beard . The fire on the hearth lighted ... hands on his staff , directed his gaze in turn at the old man and the two women , and without waiting for the Bishop ...
... hand ; iron - shod shoes on his stockingless feet ; a shaved head and a long beard . The fire on the hearth lighted ... hands on his staff , directed his gaze in turn at the old man and the two women , and without waiting for the Bishop ...
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... hand . " You could not help telling me who you were . This is not my house ; it is the house of Jesus Christ . This door does not demand of him 5 who enters whether he has a name , but whether he has a grief . You suffer , you are ...
... hand . " You could not help telling me who you were . This is not my house ; it is the house of Jesus Christ . This door does not demand of him 5 who enters whether he has a name , but whether he has a grief . You suffer , you are ...
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... hands . My will was good . I found plenty to occupy me . 15 One has only to choose . There are paper mills , tanner- ies , distilleries , oil factories , watch factories on a large scale , steel mills , copper works , twenty iron ...
... hands . My will was good . I found plenty to occupy me . 15 One has only to choose . There are paper mills , tanner- ies , distilleries , oil factories , watch factories on a large scale , steel mills , copper works , twenty iron ...
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William Iler Crane, William Henry Wheeler. unfortunate man in his hands to afford a chance to bestow upon him some reproach , seasoned with ad- vice , or a little pity , or with an exhortation to conduct himself better in the future ...
William Iler Crane, William Henry Wheeler. unfortunate man in his hands to afford a chance to bestow upon him some reproach , seasoned with ad- vice , or a little pity , or with an exhortation to conduct himself better in the future ...
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Page 277 - There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 58 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who, from her green lap, throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thce with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 71 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 83 - 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. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought...
Page 266 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Page 273 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Page 72 - The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings...
Page 71 - Yet a few days and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Page 82 - 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 268 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labor free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.