Moss-sideDerby & Jackson, 1857 - 450 páginas |
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acquaintance affection Agnes Annie answered asked aunt aunt's Auntie beauty believe Bell Bell's better blessed bosom breath brother chamber child Christmas Cloth countenance Darford daugh dear death door Dumont duty ejaculated eyes face father fear feeling Frederic Frederic's glance hand happy Havana head hear heard heart Heaven Henry Ward Beecher Herbert hope hour inquired James Townley John Frost kissed knew lady laughed Lilly Lilly's lips live look Louise Louise's marriage May's mind Miss Grace Miss Judy Miss Leigh Miss Malvina Miss Susan morning Moss-side mother never night parlor Peyton recollection rejoined replied rest season Seaton sick side sight sister sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit talk tears tell thank thought tion to-day to-night told tone Townley truth Uncle Zack voice walk wife Wilson wish woman wonderful woman word Wynne young
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Página 392 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread, Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Página 1 - Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Página 28 - Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!
Página 194 - So disasters come not singly ; But as if they watched and waited, Scanning one another's motions, When the first descends, the others Follow, follow, gathering flock-wise Round their victim, sick and wounded, First a shadow, then a sorrow, Till the air is dark with anguish.
Página 271 - GOD is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp distress invade ; Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him present with his aid. 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled Down to the deep, and buried there ; Convulsions shake the solid world, Our faith shall never yield to fear.
Página 129 - And the strange inborn sense of coming ill, That ofttimes whispers to the haunted breast, In a low tone which nought can drown or still, 'Midst feasts and melodies a secret guest ; Whence doth that murmur wake, that shadow fall ? Why shakes the spirit thus?
Página 418 - Now, one chill November morn, many russet autumns gone, A strange ship with folded wings lay dozing off the lea ; It had lain throughout the night with its wings of murky white...