The Mistress of Brae Farm: A NovelJ.B. Lippincott, 1897 - 437 sider |
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... night ; this new craze of his for paint- ing is so good for him , that is why Ellison encourages him so ; she wants him to turn the octagon room into a studio , and we could surely spare it . You might take some lessons yourself ...
... night ; this new craze of his for paint- ing is so good for him , that is why Ellison encourages him so ; she wants him to turn the octagon room into a studio , and we could surely spare it . You might take some lessons yourself ...
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... night ; now my mother spends her mornings in the octagon room , or in her big dress- ing - room , and her afternoons and evenings in the inner drawing- room , only sometimes she takes a fancy to use the other one ; in fact , you never ...
... night ; now my mother spends her mornings in the octagon room , or in her big dress- ing - room , and her afternoons and evenings in the inner drawing- room , only sometimes she takes a fancy to use the other one ; in fact , you never ...
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... night he was taken ill that at my age it was better not to brave con- ventionality . Poor old dad ! I daresay he was right . " " And you are looking out for some one to replace Miss Lockwood ? " " No , " she returned , quietly , " there ...
... night he was taken ill that at my age it was better not to brave con- ventionality . Poor old dad ! I daresay he was right . " " And you are looking out for some one to replace Miss Lockwood ? " " No , " she returned , quietly , " there ...
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... night , but joy cometh in the morning , " thought Lorraine , as her glistening eyes rested on the green meadows , where the lambs were frolicking about their woolly mothers . " How can I ever be grateful enough to my cousin ...
... night , but joy cometh in the morning , " thought Lorraine , as her glistening eyes rested on the green meadows , where the lambs were frolicking about their woolly mothers . " How can I ever be grateful enough to my cousin ...
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... night it is safer to talk on commonplaces ; when she has had a night's sleep she will realise her position more soberly . How strange , " she continued , musingly . " She is thirty , a widow , and a mother , and has lived through the ...
... night it is safer to talk on commonplaces ; when she has had a night's sleep she will realise her position more soberly . How strange , " she continued , musingly . " She is thirty , a widow , and a mother , and has lived through the ...
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afraid afternoon asked Aunt Marion Beaumont Street better Black Nest Brae Farm Brae House Bramfield Brattle Camden Town child Colonel Trevor comfort cottage cousin dark darling dear Dorcas Dower House Drake Eddie Effie ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Eric eyes face feel felt friends gate Gavin girl grey hand happy head heart Herbert Highlands hour Howell Hugo J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY Joe Brand kissed knew lips live locum tenens looked Lorraine's marry mind Miss Bretherton Miss Lee Miss Trevor morning mother Muriel Nefydd Madoc never night Nora once pain poor Pritchard Redlands returned Ellison returned Lorraine Ruth Sam Brattle seemed sitting smile speak spoke strong sure sweet talk tears Tedo tell things thought tired told tone took trouble Vincent voice walked window wish woman words Yolland young
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Side 100 - And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart...
Side 146 - I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation ; nor the musician's which is fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud ; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politic ; nor the lady's, which is nice ; nor the lover's, which is all these : but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Side 312 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow...
Side 28 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food: For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Side 304 - I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed.
Side 11 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Side 166 - Tender-handed stroke a nettle, And it stings you for your pains ; Grasp it like a man of mettle, And it soft as silk remains.
Side 373 - Calm soul of all things! make it mine To feel, amid the city's jar, That there abides a peace of thine, Man did not make, and cannot mar. The will to neither strive nor cry, The power to feel with others give! Calm, calm me more! nor let me die Before I have begun to live.
Side 62 - Every man has in himself a continent of undiscovered character. Happy is he who acts the Columbus to his own soul ! Stephen.
Side 149 - Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw: Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite...