St. Martin's SummerTicknor and Fields, 1866 - 442 Seiten In 1918 South Dakota, Lilly Clark speaks her mind -- even to her neighbor's chagrin. When a immigrant is being persecuted for the war raging overseas, how can she stand by and not come to his rescue? Can this independent woman surrender her desires to her heavenly Father and her heart to the joy of romance? |
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... curious marriages , with their sharp , keen eye to the main chance . This young German looked pensive and sighed most touchingly ; but he did not forget to charge me outrageously for the cologne , notwithstanding he could talk so ...
... curious marriages , with their sharp , keen eye to the main chance . This young German looked pensive and sighed most touchingly ; but he did not forget to charge me outrageously for the cologne , notwithstanding he could talk so ...
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... curious and costly fountain to his memory , and gave his name to the street in the centre of which the fountain stands . " We drove through Rue de Boigne to the bureau . When the diligence stopped I roused the sleeping chil- dren ...
... curious and costly fountain to his memory , and gave his name to the street in the centre of which the fountain stands . " We drove through Rue de Boigne to the bureau . When the diligence stopped I roused the sleeping chil- dren ...
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... curious nomadic life . I should have liked to go with them , but I did not think it prudent , as the streets are covered with snow . It disappoints me , too , for I wished to visit the Turin Royal Gallery , which has a fine collection ...
... curious nomadic life . I should have liked to go with them , but I did not think it prudent , as the streets are covered with snow . It disappoints me , too , for I wished to visit the Turin Royal Gallery , which has a fine collection ...
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... curious tangled harmony of figure in the whole variegated mass . There are shrill ear - piercing fifes and whistles , while real Pulcinellas squeak and brandish their wooden swords . A glorious peal of the merriest laughter mounts up ...
... curious tangled harmony of figure in the whole variegated mass . There are shrill ear - piercing fifes and whistles , while real Pulcinellas squeak and brandish their wooden swords . A glorious peal of the merriest laughter mounts up ...
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... curious history , which I will tell you when we are in one of its chapels . " We left L'Annunziata , and , driving through the Car- nival crowd to the other end of the city , came to a hill on the eastern side , which overlooks the gulf ...
... curious history , which I will tell you when we are in one of its chapels . " We left L'Annunziata , and , driving through the Car- nival crowd to the other end of the city , came to a hill on the eastern side , which overlooks the gulf ...
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Seite 392 - And Sorrow, with her family of Sighs ; And Pleasure, blind with tears, led by the gleam Of her own dying smile instead of eyes, — Came in slow pomp ; — the moving pomp might seem Like pageantry of mist on an autumnal stream.
Seite 333 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Seite 305 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Seite 173 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Seite 15 - To me, and to the state of my great grief, Let kings assemble ; for my grief's so great, That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up : here I and sorrow sit ; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
Seite 202 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Seite 95 - O well for the sailor lad That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on, To the haven under the hill ; But 0 for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, 0 sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Seite 203 - While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
Seite 216 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Seite 392 - Phantasies; And Sorrow, with her family of Sighs, And Pleasure, blind with tears, led by the gleam Of her own dying smile instead of eyes, Came in slow pomp— the moving pomp might seem Like pageantry of mist on an autumnal stream.