Through the shadows, by the author of 'Sidney Grey'.Hurst and Blackett, 1859 |
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... thought that she did not hear Ruth remark upon the dreadful litter that the children had made on the stairs , while they had been busy ; and when she entered the down - stairs ' room where her mother sat , she did not notice what Ruth ...
... thought that she did not hear Ruth remark upon the dreadful litter that the children had made on the stairs , while they had been busy ; and when she entered the down - stairs ' room where her mother sat , she did not notice what Ruth ...
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... thought I heard the carriage coming up the street , and I felt afraid that you would keep your uncle waiting . If I ... thought I heard Tom tumbling down the stairs ; there was a dreadful noise just now , and I thought it might be his ...
... thought I heard the carriage coming up the street , and I felt afraid that you would keep your uncle waiting . If I ... thought I heard Tom tumbling down the stairs ; there was a dreadful noise just now , and I thought it might be his ...
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... thought of taking anything out of that room ; whatever tumult might reign in other parts of the house , it had always a peculiar look and at- mosphere of its own . It remained empty , swept , and garnished ; noise , disorder , and dust ...
... thought of taking anything out of that room ; whatever tumult might reign in other parts of the house , it had always a peculiar look and at- mosphere of its own . It remained empty , swept , and garnished ; noise , disorder , and dust ...
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... thought , that with her , always followed excitement . What num- bers of people there were walking in the streets , or passing between the lights and the windows in those happy - looking houses ; they had none of them anything to do ...
... thought , that with her , always followed excitement . What num- bers of people there were walking in the streets , or passing between the lights and the windows in those happy - looking houses ; they had none of them anything to do ...
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... thought came ; these same cares , why did they sometimes look so great , and sometimes so small . What was the real truth about them . Could there be light , and freedom , and higher thoughts with- out the house , and only that old ...
... thought came ; these same cares , why did they sometimes look so great , and sometimes so small . What was the real truth about them . Could there be light , and freedom , and higher thoughts with- out the house , and only that old ...
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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.