Through the shadows, by the author of 'Sidney Grey'.Hurst and Blackett, 1859 |
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... and when I think how much we have to be thankful for , and of all your dear aunt has done for us , and how ungrateful we all are , — and oh , my dear , Susan says that Tom brought little Harry Meyer home with THROUGH THE SHADOWS . 15.
... and when I think how much we have to be thankful for , and of all your dear aunt has done for us , and how ungrateful we all are , — and oh , my dear , Susan says that Tom brought little Harry Meyer home with THROUGH THE SHADOWS . 15.
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Annie Keary. Susan says that Tom brought little Harry Meyer home with him from school . " " I sent him away the instant I saw who it was , " said Ruth , soothingly , " and aunt Harriet need never know that he has been here . " Mrs ...
Annie Keary. Susan says that Tom brought little Harry Meyer home with him from school . " " I sent him away the instant I saw who it was , " said Ruth , soothingly , " and aunt Harriet need never know that he has been here . " Mrs ...
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... Harry Meyer to the house had come to light . The penetration of both was at fault ; the close - shut mouth told only that a dignified silence and reserve was the line of conduct determined on for the evening , and they knew that if it ...
... Harry Meyer to the house had come to light . The penetration of both was at fault ; the close - shut mouth told only that a dignified silence and reserve was the line of conduct determined on for the evening , and they knew that if it ...
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... Harry , " said Mr. Meyer to the last comer of a troop of noisy boys , who , whispering , talking , and laughing , had , by twos and threes , assembled in the parlour at the Leasows , which looked into the yard . It was half - past seven ...
... Harry , " said Mr. Meyer to the last comer of a troop of noisy boys , who , whispering , talking , and laughing , had , by twos and threes , assembled in the parlour at the Leasows , which looked into the yard . It was half - past seven ...
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... Harry was going to slide to his seat with a shade less happy self - complacency than usual on his round rosy face , when the excuse- maker - general to the family , the elder brother , Max , interposed with a word in his favour . " Harry ...
... Harry was going to slide to his seat with a shade less happy self - complacency than usual on his round rosy face , when the excuse- maker - general to the family , the elder brother , Max , interposed with a word in his favour . " Harry ...
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Page 171 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 128 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Page 268 - there is a time to speak, and a time to keep silence." One meets with people in the world, who seem never to have made the last of these observations. And yet these great talkers do not at all speak from their having anything to say, as every sentence shows, but only from their inclination to be talking.
Page 215 - THE world's a room of sickness, where each heart Knows its own anguish and unrest ; The truest wisdom there, and noblest art, Is his who skills of comfort best ; Whom by the softest step and gentlest tone Enfeebled spirits own, And love to raise the languid eye, When, like an angel's wing, they feel him fleeting by...
Page 176 - O SWEET pale Margaret, O rare pale Margaret, What lit your eyes with tearful power, Like moonlight on a falling shower ? Who lent you, love, your mortal dower Of pensive thought and aspect pale, Your melancholy sweet and frail As perfume of the cuckoo flower ? From the westward-winding flood, From the evening-lighted wood, From all things outward you have won A tearful grace, as tho' you stood Between the rainbow and the sun.
Page 260 - Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flashed into the crystal mirror, Tirra lirra', by the river Sang Sir Lancelot.
Page 40 - ... discourse of the affairs of others, and giving of characters. These are in a manner the same: and one can scarce call it an indifferent subject, because discourse upon it almost perpetually runs into somewhat criminal. And first of all, it were very much to be wished that this did not take up so great a part of conversation ; because it is indeed a subject of a dangerous nature.