Belgravia: A London Magazine, Volume 77Chatto and Windus, 1892 |
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... natural love of beauty , and order , and refinement . Jane would just as soon wear hideous things as not , and I can tell you her room was like a rag shop unless I stood over her and made her tidy it up . ' Poor Jane , ' indeed ! Why ...
... natural love of beauty , and order , and refinement . Jane would just as soon wear hideous things as not , and I can tell you her room was like a rag shop unless I stood over her and made her tidy it up . ' Poor Jane , ' indeed ! Why ...
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... natural grief at parting with the only companion she had ever had was over , Jane felt what she had first considered to be sinfully well - pleased at Florence's departure . She had always been tongue - tied , awkward and abashed before ...
... natural grief at parting with the only companion she had ever had was over , Jane felt what she had first considered to be sinfully well - pleased at Florence's departure . She had always been tongue - tied , awkward and abashed before ...
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... nature of her work might be , she always came to the encounter with a clear head , and a hearty determination to do it ! And this was why she was so invariably successful in every effort she had made . She had never permitted herself to ...
... nature of her work might be , she always came to the encounter with a clear head , and a hearty determination to do it ! And this was why she was so invariably successful in every effort she had made . She had never permitted herself to ...
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... nature of Botanical Gardens . New Zealand ferns flourish in the same manner as I have seen them in their native land . A bright little girl- " she was seven years old , " she said , was our " Cicerone " through the gardens ; the little ...
... nature of Botanical Gardens . New Zealand ferns flourish in the same manner as I have seen them in their native land . A bright little girl- " she was seven years old , " she said , was our " Cicerone " through the gardens ; the little ...
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... nature the giving up of personal pleasures and conveniences had not seemed hard , and her mind and body had found both mental and physical food in the active usefulness of a hospital nurse's life . And Eleanor had not misused her ...
... nature the giving up of personal pleasures and conveniences had not seemed hard , and her mind and body had found both mental and physical food in the active usefulness of a hospital nurse's life . And Eleanor had not misused her ...
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Page 361 - Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn ; Happiest of all is, that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king.
Page 366 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Page 359 - He led me through his gardens fair Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage. He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.
Page 370 - I am not ashamed, afraid, or averse to tell you what ought to be told — that I am under the direction of messengers from heaven, daily and nightly.
Page 370 - Angels, & tremble at the Tasks set before us; if we refuse to do Spiritual Acts because of Natural Fears or Natural Desires ! Who can describe the dismal torments of such a state ! — I too well remember the Threats I heard ! — "If you, who are organised by Divine Providence for spiritual communion, Refuse, & bury your Talent in the Earth, even tho' you should want Natural Bread, Sorrow & Desperation pursues you thro' life, & after death shame & confusion of face to eternity.
Page 370 - But if we fear to do the dictates of our angels, and tremble at the tasks set before us; if we refuse to do spiritual acts because of natural fears or natural desires; who can describe the dismal torments of such a state! — I too well remember the threats I heard! — 'If you, who are...
Page 311 - Shakespeare knew the human mind and its most minute and intimate workings, and he never introduces a word or a thought in vain or out of place...
Page 366 - What the hammer ? what the chain ? In what furnace was thy brain ? What the anvil ? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp ? When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see ? Did he who made the lamb make thee...