Friends and Fortune: A Moral TaleD. Appleton & Company, 1849 - 240 sider |
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... father of a mother- less girl . From whatever reason , and his friends suggested many , he at once quitted England , to return no more ; and wandered with his child over the continent ; spending a month here , and a year there ...
... father of a mother- less girl . From whatever reason , and his friends suggested many , he at once quitted England , to return no more ; and wandered with his child over the continent ; spending a month here , and a year there ...
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... father loved it dearly . I have heard of Rockstone Manor , and Welfield , and Durnton , all my life ; and , should I ever decide on settling there , only think how much of my comfort and hap- piness may depend on the friends I may make ...
... father loved it dearly . I have heard of Rockstone Manor , and Welfield , and Durnton , all my life ; and , should I ever decide on settling there , only think how much of my comfort and hap- piness may depend on the friends I may make ...
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... father and mother , or make some horrid blunder or other , and keep me hot all over ... No , as I thought at first , Nelson must be the one ; he is a fine fellow , and the young lady must find it out . " As Mrs. Crawford reached this ...
... father and mother , or make some horrid blunder or other , and keep me hot all over ... No , as I thought at first , Nelson must be the one ; he is a fine fellow , and the young lady must find it out . " As Mrs. Crawford reached this ...
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... father . At this trying point Miss Martin put her scented handkerchief to her eyes , and Mrs. Crawford , with an angry look at her spouse , drew her arm in hers , saying , " My sweet Miss Ar- madale , you must not attend to any body ...
... father . At this trying point Miss Martin put her scented handkerchief to her eyes , and Mrs. Crawford , with an angry look at her spouse , drew her arm in hers , saying , " My sweet Miss Ar- madale , you must not attend to any body ...
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... Father in Heaven ? does she not receive it from His hand , and ask it as His blessing ? and if He chose , could He not take it all away ? Though she is a rich and powerful lady , they say , with a dozen servants at her command , all her ...
... Father in Heaven ? does she not receive it from His hand , and ask it as His blessing ? and if He chose , could He not take it all away ? Though she is a rich and powerful lady , they say , with a dozen servants at her command , all her ...
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Side 39 - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Side 40 - Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Side 39 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..