Nepenthe: A NovelCarleton, 1864 - 323 Seiten |
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... head , a kind of halo of glory . In happier days I should have called her Aureola , that beautiful name given by the old painters to the crown of glory around the heads of their saints and martyrs ; but now , I cannot call her any such ...
... head , a kind of halo of glory . In happier days I should have called her Aureola , that beautiful name given by the old painters to the crown of glory around the heads of their saints and martyrs ; but now , I cannot call her any such ...
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... head to the boy who sat before a desk strewn with paper , most demurely copying writs - he was ever prompt , correct and exact when Mr. Douglass ' shrewd face dawned on his ex- pectant vision - but no deponent hath ever said how many ...
... head to the boy who sat before a desk strewn with paper , most demurely copying writs - he was ever prompt , correct and exact when Mr. Douglass ' shrewd face dawned on his ex- pectant vision - but no deponent hath ever said how many ...
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... head and drew off her spectacles . One day as she passed she saw a doctor's gig before the green door . The door plate was not as brightly polished as usual , the Autumn leaves not brushed from the walk , and the pot of violets always ...
... head and drew off her spectacles . One day as she passed she saw a doctor's gig before the green door . The door plate was not as brightly polished as usual , the Autumn leaves not brushed from the walk , and the pot of violets always ...
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... well last night ? " 66 ' Yes , better than usual , " said Mrs. Stewart . Pulse too quick , " said the doctor , shaking his head . " Pulse too quick - eaten any thing stimulating ? " " No , nothing but oysters . " " Oysters NEPENTHE . 19.
... well last night ? " 66 ' Yes , better than usual , " said Mrs. Stewart . Pulse too quick , " said the doctor , shaking his head . " Pulse too quick - eaten any thing stimulating ? " " No , nothing but oysters . " " Oysters NEPENTHE . 19.
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... head to cough , I tried to raise the lid a little with my um- brella handle , and I could just see a whole row of little stuffed Quakers , with real bonnets on , like the one Rachel Strong had on when she came back from yearly meeting ...
... head to cough , I tried to raise the lid a little with my um- brella handle , and I could just see a whole row of little stuffed Quakers , with real bonnets on , like the one Rachel Strong had on when she came back from yearly meeting ...
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beau ideal beautiful bell better Bible breath Bridget Broadway called child clavicle cravat daguerreotypes dark doctor dollars door Douglass dream dress elegant exclaimed eyes face feel Florence Elliott flowers Frank Carleyn Frank reads ghosts girl give hand head hear heard heart John Trap Kate Howard keep kind knew lady leyn life's light live looked marriage married Miss Charity Miss Prudence morning mother Nepenthe Stuart Nepenthe's neuralgia never Nicholson night once opera cloak parlor passed picture poor portrait Pridefit radiant rake and scrape Selwyn sermon sing sleep smile sorrow soul spirit stairs stars strange sure talk tears tell there's thing thought Titus tone Trap's violets voice Vole walked watch Wendon whisper wife William Nicholson window wish woman wonder words young
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Seite 158 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Seite 261 - Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind, Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come ! 5 Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve.
Seite 275 - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volleyed and thundered...
Seite 252 - In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran, Over the brink of it, — Picture it, think of it, Dissolute Man ! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
Seite 3 - We get no good By being ungenerous, even to a book, And calculating profits . . so much help By so much reading. It is rather when We gloriously forget ourselves, and plunge Soul-forward, headlong, into a book's profound, Impassioned for its beauty and salt of truth — 'Tis then we get the right good from a book.
Seite 256 - The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears ; And weary hours of woe and pain '. Are promises of happier years.
Seite 261 - Just as I am (Thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down), Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come...
Seite 307 - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. If on our daily course our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice.
Seite 260 - The sun shall be no more thy light by day; neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee : but the Lord shall be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy God thy glory.
Seite 270 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.