Works of Charles Dickens ...: Old curiosity shop. Reprinted pieces

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C. Scribner's sons, 1926
 

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Seite 198 - ... That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
Seite 75 - My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea ; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee ! Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate. Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may...
Seite 197 - But, O, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
Seite 148 - Then, when the dusk of evening had come on, and not a sound disturbed the sacred stillness of the place — when the bright moon poured in her light on tomb and monument, on pillar, wall, and arch, and most of all (it seemed to them) upon her quiet grave...
Seite 198 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back...
Seite 458 - ... through the opened roof of a chamber where he sits, and letting down a sick person on a bed, with ropes; the same, in a tempest, walking on the water to a ship; again, on a sea-shore, teaching a great multitude; again, with a child upon his knee, and other children round; again, restoring sight to the blind, speech to the dumb, hearing to the deaf, health to the sick, strength to the lame, knowledge to the ignorant; again, dying upon a Cross, watched by armed soldiers, a thick darkness coming...
Seite 213 - He was a very young boy ; quite a little child. His hair still hung in curls about his face, and his eyes were very bright ; but their light was of Heaven, not earth. The schoolmaster took a seat beside him, and stooping over the pillow, whispered his name. The boy sprung up, stroked his face with his hand, and threw his wasted arms round his neck, crying out that he was his dear kind friend. " I hope I always was. I meant to be, God knows,
Seite 3 - Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away.
Seite 62 - That John Wesley, Clerk, had broken the Laws of the Realm, contrary to the Peace of our Sovereign Lord the King his Crown and Dignity.
Seite 263 - In such cases as these," pointing to Nell, with her parasol, " and in the case of all poor people's children, we should read it thus : ' In work, work, work. In work alway Let my first years be past, That I may give for ev'ry day Some good account at last.

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