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... Mother to carry in her ` hand - bag or to use on the bureau or sewing table . Many men have three or four to carry on fishing or hunting trips , when playing golf , or to lay on the desk or chiffonier . 40,000,000 Ingersolls already ...
... Mother to carry in her ` hand - bag or to use on the bureau or sewing table . Many men have three or four to carry on fishing or hunting trips , when playing golf , or to lay on the desk or chiffonier . 40,000,000 Ingersolls already ...
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... mother calling me , " Come in to supper , dear , " I heard her call ; And so I never got to Fairy - land . I know that there are fairies , though , because I almost got to Fairy - land one day ! CHAPTER I A LETTER FROM MOUNT VERNON ...
... mother calling me , " Come in to supper , dear , " I heard her call ; And so I never got to Fairy - land . I know that there are fairies , though , because I almost got to Fairy - land one day ! CHAPTER I A LETTER FROM MOUNT VERNON ...
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... mother had her dear little boy left behind , no doubt your tears mingled with his as he limped alone down the mountain path , trying in vain to comfort himself with his fleeting glimpse of that joyous country . where horses had wings ...
... mother had her dear little boy left behind , no doubt your tears mingled with his as he limped alone down the mountain path , trying in vain to comfort himself with his fleeting glimpse of that joyous country . where horses had wings ...
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... mother hastened to the little home and to the crib where the boy lay sleeping sweetly , bathed in the glow of the silvery light . " Come , " whispered the mother . " Come ! " The boy opened his eyes , sprang into his fa- ther's arms ...
... mother hastened to the little home and to the crib where the boy lay sleeping sweetly , bathed in the glow of the silvery light . " Come , " whispered the mother . " Come ! " The boy opened his eyes , sprang into his fa- ther's arms ...
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... Mother West Wind , so soft and caressing . He could n't understand it all , for he was n't a meadow - mouse -just a barefooted boy sitting on a big stone that was just made to sit on . As he looked down , he became aware of two very ...
... Mother West Wind , so soft and caressing . He could n't understand it all , for he was n't a meadow - mouse -just a barefooted boy sitting on a big stone that was just made to sit on . As he looked down , he became aware of two very ...
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Page 50 - And, like fowls in a farmyard when barley is scattering. Out came the children running. All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.
Page 358 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides...
Page 447 - I was dressed, and found that his landlady had arrested him for his rent, at which he was in a violent passion. I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of Madeira and a glass before him. I put the cork into the bottle, desired he would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit; told the landlady I should soon return,...
Page 407 - He shall be a wild ass of a man, his hand against every man and every man's hand against him; and he shall dwell over against all his kinsmen.
Page 447 - I received one morning a message from poor Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and, as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly. I accordingly went as soon as I was...
Page 276 - For Yesterday is but a Dream, And Tomorrow is only a Vision; But Today well lived makes Every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness, And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope.
Page 324 - I AM ALL THAT IS, ALL THAT WAS, AND ALL THAT SHALL BE. NO MORTAL MAN HATH MY VEIL UPLIFTED! " "II. HE IS ONE, SELF-EXISTENT, AND TO THAT ONE ALL THINGS OWE THEIR EXISTENCE.
Page 164 - was striking. He had the curly hair, the aquiline nose, and even the aquiline eye — an eye so eagle-like that a second lid would not have surprised me — of an unusual and dominant nature. His eyebrows were very thick and bushy. His dress was careless, and his general manner one of supreme indifference to surroundings and circumstances.
Page 476 - My dear fellow, please don't think that I am unmindful of all your goodness to me at this time, but I do not know what I would do without you. This is going to be a trying winter for me, for I have got to attend to all my duties and at the same tune keep in shape for the hunt. I do not know what I would do if I did not have you to play with. You do all I like to do, and then your advice is always so clear and direct that I somehow feel that I am imposing on you.
Page 320 - One day, a ten-year-old boy was taken to see Beethoven and this is his memory of the visit: " We mounted five or six stories high, . . . and were announced by a rather dirty-looking servant. In a very desolate room, with papers and articles of dress strewn in all directions, bare walls, a few chests, hardly a chair except the rickety one standing by the piano, there was a party of six or eight people. Beethoven was dressed in a jacket and trousers of long, dark goat's hair. They at once reminded...