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... face of a feeble but beautiful woman , who was supported on the threshold by a venerable grey - haired man , down whose furrowed cheeks tears coursed rapidly . Struggling to free herself from his retaining grasp , the stranger tottered ...
... face of a feeble but beautiful woman , who was supported on the threshold by a venerable grey - haired man , down whose furrowed cheeks tears coursed rapidly . Struggling to free herself from his retaining grasp , the stranger tottered ...
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... face to face with Sin and Death , and could not forget the vision . Edna Earl had lost her parents before she was old enough to remember either . Her mother was the only daughter of Aaron Hunt , the village blacksmith , and her father ...
... face to face with Sin and Death , and could not forget the vision . Edna Earl had lost her parents before she was old enough to remember either . Her mother was the only daughter of Aaron Hunt , the village blacksmith , and her father ...
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... face , he never looked at me but once . I should not like to meet him again ; I am afraid of him . " " Never fear , Pearl , he is a stranger here , and there's little chance of your ever setting your eyes on his ugly , savage face again ...
... face , he never looked at me but once . I should not like to meet him again ; I am afraid of him . " " Never fear , Pearl , he is a stranger here , and there's little chance of your ever setting your eyes on his ugly , savage face again ...
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... face , but when she crept on tiptoe to the chair , stooped , put her arms around him , and kissed his wrinkled cheek , she started back in terror . The eyes stared at the moon , the stiff fingers clutched the pipe from which the ashes ...
... face , but when she crept on tiptoe to the chair , stooped , put her arms around him , and kissed his wrinkled cheek , she started back in terror . The eyes stared at the moon , the stiff fingers clutched the pipe from which the ashes ...
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... face of the little baby whose fingers she had clasped now met her astonished gaze ; and she saw that the sweet coral lips were pinched and purple , the waxen lids lay rigid over the blue eyes , and the dimpled hand was stiff and icy ...
... face of the little baby whose fingers she had clasped now met her astonished gaze ; and she saw that the sweet coral lips were pinched and purple , the waxen lids lay rigid over the blue eyes , and the dimpled hand was stiff and icy ...
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Page 192 - tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all 130 The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Page 222 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 101 - Then spoke King Arthur, breathing heavily: "What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?" And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: "I heard the water lapping on the crag , And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Page 160 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 222 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Page 11 - MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower ; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Page 341 - THE peace of God, which passeth all understanding, keep your hearts and minds in the knowledge and love of God, and of his Son Jesus Christ our Lord...
Page 341 - And be thou a faithful dispenser of the word of God, and of his holy sacraments; in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.
Page 320 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the child among his new-born blisses A sIx years
Page 70 - And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them : and they were sore afraid.