Ellen Clifford: Or the Genius of ReformA. Tompkins and B. B. Mussey, 1839 - 142 Seiten |
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... , and her feet rested upon a block before a few dim coals , from which the wind had diffused the smoke very abundantly about the room . Her countenance was exceedingly pale , and much wasted by physical suffering - and her eyes be- trayed ...
... , and her feet rested upon a block before a few dim coals , from which the wind had diffused the smoke very abundantly about the room . Her countenance was exceedingly pale , and much wasted by physical suffering - and her eyes be- trayed ...
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Or the Genius of Reform Sarah Carter Edgarton Mayo. wasted by physical suffering - and her eyes be- trayed that excess of heart - ache , which may be felt and understood , but can never be described . At one corner of the chimney sat a ...
Or the Genius of Reform Sarah Carter Edgarton Mayo. wasted by physical suffering - and her eyes be- trayed that excess of heart - ache , which may be felt and understood , but can never be described . At one corner of the chimney sat a ...
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... suffer it ? ' ' Dear mamma , ' whispered Ellen , ' God will make her an instrument of his salvation . She holds the key of his heart - she will open it for us to remove the poison . Do not fear for her -she is protected by a talisman ...
... suffer it ? ' ' Dear mamma , ' whispered Ellen , ' God will make her an instrument of his salvation . She holds the key of his heart - she will open it for us to remove the poison . Do not fear for her -she is protected by a talisman ...
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... suffer such a fool to grovel with them . Give me money - I beg , I plead , I pray , give me money ! ' Money ? does papa wish money ? ' inquired Viola , running toward him , her face brightening with joy at her comprehension of his ...
... suffer such a fool to grovel with them . Give me money - I beg , I plead , I pray , give me money ! ' Money ? does papa wish money ? ' inquired Viola , running toward him , her face brightening with joy at her comprehension of his ...
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... suffer The stings and arrows of outrageous fortune , Or to take arms against assailing troubles , And , by opposing , end them . ' HAMLET . EDRED CLIFFORD was a man of very easy , credulous disposition , and as naturally pliable in ...
... suffer The stings and arrows of outrageous fortune , Or to take arms against assailing troubles , And , by opposing , end them . ' HAMLET . EDRED CLIFFORD was a man of very easy , credulous disposition , and as naturally pliable in ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
anguish ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD appetite arguin arms Aunt Tabby beautiful better bless blind Harris bosom brandy bright brow CHAPTER charity cheek Clement Caldwell creature Dear mamma death declare door duty dwelling earth ELLEN CLIFFORD erly exclaimed eyes faith father fear Felicia Hemans Flora flowers forget friends GENIUS OF REFORM give me money gonal habits hair hand Hannah Adams head heart heart-ache heaven holy hope infre JOANNA BAILLIE ladies laugh leave lips little girl melody mento merating mind misery Miss Clifford Miss Ellen moral Moran mother nature never outrageous fortune pale papa wish money paregoric parents pity poor Kathleen poor Viola Poor woman portunities pray quired replied Savanna smile soft sorrows spirit suffer sweet taste tears tell tender thee thought tone trials virtue voice wake waping wife wild wretch young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 91 - And if he trespass against thee seven times in a day, and seven times in a day turn again to thee, saying, I repent; thou shalt forgive him.
Seite 112 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die...
Seite 47 - Neebour's fauts and folly! Whase life is like a weel-gaun mill, Supply'd wi' store o' water, The heapet happer's ebbing still, And still the clap plays clatter. Hear me, ye venerable Core, As counsel for poor mortals, That frequent pass douce Wisdom's door, For...
Seite 39 - CHARACTER. 0 born to soothe distress and lighten care, Lively as soft, and innocent as fair! Blest with that sweet simplicity of thought So rarely found, and never to be taught; Of winning speech, endearing, artless, kind, The loveliest pattern of a female mind ; Like some fair spirit from the realms of rest, With all her native heaven within her breast; So pure, so good, she scarce can guess at sin, But thinks the world without like that within ; Such melting tenderness, so fond to bless, Her charity...
Seite 132 - ... flowers. Some chieftain of the forest wove The blushing card'nals o'er her brow, While by thy waves he breathed his love In many a deep and fervent vow. " How oft, along thy verdant shore, I seek to find some lingering trace Of those who made, in days of yore, Thy banks their favorite hunting-place; — Yet vain the search — no trace is found, To tell that ever dusky maid Or warrior chief hath trod the ground, Where now, perchance, their bones are laid. " Upon thy bonny banks, sweet stream,...
Seite 28 - To be, or not to be, that is the question ; Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The stings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And, by opposing, end them...
Seite 112 - Like blossom'd trees o'erturn'd by vernal storm, Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay ; And if in death still lovely, lovelier there, Far lovelier ! pity swells the tide of love.
Seite 132 - Upon thy tall, o'erhanging elms, Gay birds, with blue and golden breasts, Returned in troops from austral realms, Found colonies of grassy nests. They are protected — guileless birds ! For tender guardians dwell around ; And oft, with keen, reproving words, They drive the huntsman from the ground. In olden days the Indian maid , With braided tresses sought thy bowers, And rifled every sunlit glade To wreathe her locks with scarlet flowers. Some chieftain of the forest wove The blushing card'nals...
Seite 131 - ve seen thy silver currents spring From fountains of Castalian dews. A wilder, or more sylvan spot, Ne'er wooed a poet's feet to roam ; Not e'en Calypso's classic grot Would be so fit a fairy's home. The birchen boughs, so interlaced, That scarce the vault of heaven is seen, With pendant vines are wildly graced — An arbor of transcendent green.
Seite 64 - lay field to field ;" " and the harp and the viol, the tahret and pipe, and wine, are in their feasts,