Household Friends for Every Season ...James Thomas Fields J.R. Osgood and Company, 1881 - 320 Seiten |
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... Mabel , a girl of eighteen , is cutting large plates of bread- and - butter , and filling mugs with new milk for the younger branches . Presently the bell rings for prayers , and the gov- erness with her convoy arrive at one door ...
... Mabel , a girl of eighteen , is cutting large plates of bread- and - butter , and filling mugs with new milk for the younger branches . Presently the bell rings for prayers , and the gov- erness with her convoy arrive at one door ...
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... Mabel , who had been watching her mother since the mention of the Ashen Fagot , got up quickly , saying , - 66 " O , there's papa ; I'm sure I heard his horse . Let us go and bring him in . " The breakfast circle broke up at once ...
... Mabel , who had been watching her mother since the mention of the Ashen Fagot , got up quickly , saying , - 66 " O , there's papa ; I'm sure I heard his horse . Let us go and bring him in . " The breakfast circle broke up at once ...
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... Mabel ? " just " No , no ! I must face it . It's only just to - day . One must make home cheerful to them in their holidays . " 66 Indeed , dear John , they are very happy ; are not they , Mabel ? " " Yes , really , papa ; and Willie is ...
... Mabel ? " just " No , no ! I must face it . It's only just to - day . One must make home cheerful to them in their holidays . " 66 Indeed , dear John , they are very happy ; are not they , Mabel ? " " Yes , really , papa ; and Willie is ...
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... Mabel . Come , come , we must bear it as we may . Shall we walk out presently , dear ? I want to go to the bailiff's cottage , and to call at old Jacob Eagleton's . His wife ' s ill again ; we can carry her some wine , and take the pond ...
... Mabel . Come , come , we must bear it as we may . Shall we walk out presently , dear ? I want to go to the bailiff's cottage , and to call at old Jacob Eagleton's . His wife ' s ill again ; we can carry her some wine , and take the pond ...
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... Mabel ; 66 we may write to him at once , now that we know where he is , to tell him to come home , may n't we ? ” " Well , we will think it over , Mabe . Perhaps he is bet- ter where he is . " " Poor boy ! I wonder how he will spend ...
... Mabel ; 66 we may write to him at once , now that we know where he is , to tell him to come home , may n't we ? ” " Well , we will think it over , Mabe . Perhaps he is bet- ter where he is . " " Poor boy ! I wonder how he will spend ...
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Adam Ferguson Ashen Fagot Avenly beautiful Belle Bill Blair Bottle Bowen bright Brummage butter-and-eggs cheer Christmas Churm David Hume dear delight Dick door dream Dunderbunk eyes face fat hens father fellow Flaxman Foundry Frank girls goblin golden gone hand happy heard heart heaven John John Flaxman John Home John Kendrick Johnny Josephine Josey Kendrick knew lady laughed Laura live Lizzie look Mabel Maester mind Miss Damer morning mother never night once pair skating Pantiles Perry Peter Porphyro pretty Purtett Ridgefield Ringdove Robert Adam Robertson round says seemed shepherd silent skating Skerrett skiff sleep smile soul sweet talk Tarbox taste tears tell thaay thee thing thou thought to-day told took tumble turn voice vrom Wade Wade's walk wife woman young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 294 - 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...
Seite 219 - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland: He startled her; but soon she knew his face, And grasped his fingers in her palsied hand, Saying, "Mercy, Porphyro! hie thee from this place: They are all here to-night, the whole blood-thirsty race!
Seite 223 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seemed a splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Seite 214 - Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
Seite 41 - Little I ask; my wants are few ; I only wish a hut of stone, (A very plain brown stone will do,) That I may call my own ; — And close at hand is such a one, In yonder street that fronts the sun. Plain food is quite enough for me; Three courses are as good as ten; — If Nature can subsist on three, Thank Heaven for three. Amen! I always thought cold victual nice; — My choice would be vanilla-ice.
Seite 167 - Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet. With the sky above my head. And the grass beneath my feet ; For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Seite 42 - I would not have the horse I drive So fast that folks must stop and stare ; An easy gait— two, forty-five— Suits me ; I do not care : Perhaps, for just a single spurt, Some seconds less would do no hurt. Of pictures I should like to own Titians and Raphaels three or four— I love so much their style and tone — One Turner...
Seite 153 - will seek the groves Where the lady Mary is, With her five handmaidens, whose names Are five sweet symphonies, Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen, Margaret, and Rosalys.
Seite 214 - Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor. But no — already had his death-bell rung; The joys of all his life were said and sung; His was harsh penance on St Agnes...
Seite 152 - I wish that he were come to me, For he will come,' she said. ' Have I not prayed in Heaven ? — on earth, Lord, Lord, has he not...