The Family friend [ed. by R.K. Philp]., Volume 2Robert Kemp Philp |
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... asked a young boy of fourteen , as he halted at the doorway of a little house standing by the side of a toll - gate on a country road . " It is , " said an old woman who was sitting upon a three - legged stool , her back bent into a ...
... asked a young boy of fourteen , as he halted at the doorway of a little house standing by the side of a toll - gate on a country road . " It is , " said an old woman who was sitting upon a three - legged stool , her back bent into a ...
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... asked the youth . 66 " No , no , not by no means , for the father was dead , and the Manor House had passed away from the family . All the people about were strange . Well , there was music and dancing , and coloured lights along the ...
... asked the youth . 66 " No , no , not by no means , for the father was dead , and the Manor House had passed away from the family . All the people about were strange . Well , there was music and dancing , and coloured lights along the ...
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... asked for Mr. Brown , your next - door neighbour , instead of yourself , you are equally thrown out of the vein of your musings , and find it some time before you can again reach a satis- factory state of studious oblivion ! Mr ...
... asked for Mr. Brown , your next - door neighbour , instead of yourself , you are equally thrown out of the vein of your musings , and find it some time before you can again reach a satis- factory state of studious oblivion ! Mr ...
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... asked the reason , " Och , " said Pat , " would you have me leave his mother an orphan ? " MEMORY acts on the thought like sudden heat upon a dormant fly ; it wakes it up from the dead , puts new life into it , and it stretches out its ...
... asked the reason , " Och , " said Pat , " would you have me leave his mother an orphan ? " MEMORY acts on the thought like sudden heat upon a dormant fly ; it wakes it up from the dead , puts new life into it , and it stretches out its ...
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Robert Kemp Philp. " What think you of my being a soldier ? " asked Alfred . " That I would prefer seeing you made a tailor of , " replied Ellen . I would rather find you devoted to the making of clothes for men , than to the destroying ...
Robert Kemp Philp. " What think you of my being a soldier ? " asked Alfred . " That I would prefer seeing you made a tailor of , " replied Ellen . I would rather find you devoted to the making of clothes for men , than to the destroying ...
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Page 18 - The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.
Page 9 - But he that is married careth for the things that are of the world, how he may please his wife. 34 There is difference also between a wife and a virgin. The unmarried woman careth for the things of the Lord, that she may be holy both in body and in spirit: but she that is married careth for the things of the world, how she may please her husband.
Page 103 - And Jephthah vowed a vow unto the Lord, and said, "If thou shalt without fail deliver the children of Ammon into mine hands, then it shall be, that whatsoever cometh forth of the doors of my house to meet me, when I return in peace from the children of Ammon, shall surely be the Lord's, and I will offer it up for a burnt offering.
Page 357 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Page 268 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Page 268 - PASSIONS are likened best to floods and streams. The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb. So, when affections yield discourse, it seems The bottom is but shallow whence they come ; They that are rich in words must needs discover, They are but poor in that which makes a lover.
Page 207 - Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways ; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand...
Page 357 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Page 52 - Droop not though shame, sin, and anguish are round thee ; Bravely fling off the cold chain that hath bound thee, Look to yon pure heaven smiling beyond thee ; Rest not content in thy darkness — a clod. Work for some good, be it ever so slowly ; Cherish some flower, be it ever so lowly ; Labor ! all labor is noble and holy ; Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God.
Page 328 - Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.