Toil and trial. To which are added The iron rule, and, A story of the West end, Volumen31849 |
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Toil and Trial. to Which Are Added the Iron Rule, And, a Story of the West End Camilla Crosland Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
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acquaintance affection Annie better Caroline character Charles Weston cheek child Clara Colonel Laurington companion countenance counting-house cousin dear Denison door employers establishment Etty evil exclaimed eyes fancy father feelings felt Forster fortune Frank Warder George Harris girl hand happiness heard heard a rumour heart Henrietta hope hour husband indulgence Iron Rule Jane Laurington Jasper Rivers kiss knew lady little Ellen Liverpool Lizzy Lizzy's London look Lorrimer Madame Dobière mamma manner marriage Maxwell Messrs milliner mind minutes Miriam Lowe morning mother murmured never night o'clock pain parents passed pause perhaps poor replied returned round scarcely seemed selfish servant sister soon sorrow soul stairs street suffering Sunday sure sympathy tears tell thing thought thousand pounds Toil and Trial told Trong's truth voice Walter WEST END wife William Morton Willow-dale wonder words young
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Página 117 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Página 1 - For them the Ceylon diver held his breath, And went all naked to the hungry shark; For them his ears gush'd blood; for them in death The seal on the cold ice with piteous bark Lay full of darts; for them alone did seethe A thousand men in troubles wide and dark : Half-ignorant, they turn'd an easy wheel, That set sharp racks at work, to pinch and peel.
Página 68 - The more we work the more we win; ■ Success to Trade! Success to Spade! And to the corn that's coming in! And joy to him who o'er his task Remembers toil is Nature's plan, Who, working, thinks, And never sinks His independence as a man. Who only asks for humblest wealth, Enough for competence and health, And leisure when his work is done, To read his book By chimney nook, Or stroll at setting of the sun, Who toils as...
Página 156 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Página 145 - And his spirit leaps within him to be gone before him then, Underneath the light he looks at, in among the throngs of men...
Página 59 - ... assurance Of the Godhead hid in Man. Trust me, Truth is still at war, Just as in the hard old time, With a thousand things that are — Births of woe and food for crime : Still to vindicate the right Is a rough and thankless game ; Still the leader in the fight Is the hindmost in the fame. True, the penal fires are out — True, the rack in rust has lain — But the secret burning Doubt And the pangs of Thought remain : True, the mind of Man is free — Free to speak and write at will, But a...
Página 68 - Who only asks for humblest wealth, Enough for competence and health, And leisure, when his work is done To read his book, By chimney nook, Or stroll at setting of the sun — Who toils as every man should toil, For fair reward, erect and free; These are the men — The best of men — These are the men we mean to be.
Página 74 - but even now Thy voice was at sweet tremble in mine ear, Made tuneable with every sweetest vow; And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear: How chang'd thou art! how pallid, chill, and drear! Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, Those looks immortal, those complainings, dear! Oh leave me not in this eternal woe, For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go.
Página 38 - t is society which sins. Look on the bee upon the wing among flowers ; How brave, how bright his life ! Then mark him hived, Cramped, cringing in his self.built, social cell. Thus is it in the world-hive : most where men Lie deep in cities as in drifts — death drifts, Nosing each other like a flock of sheep ; Not knowing and not caring whence nor whither They come or go, so that they fool together.
Página 167 - We know the truth — the very truth — 'tis best we part — you cannot be my wife. I have never thought of you as my wife." Henrietta shrank — slipped from his arms. " Saved ! — saved ! " she murmured, in a choking voice : " Oh, God ! I thank Thee ! " " Amen ! " responded her cousin. My simple story is almost done. Simple I may well call it ; for such heroines as mine measure life by the inner world of the feelings, not by moving accidents or romantic adventures. Henrietta has been three years...