All the Year Round: A Weekly Journal, Volum 61Published at the Office, 1887 |
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... Poor Folk 452 , 476 , 501 , 220 Saint Giles . 210 320 Saint Heliers , Jersey 486 524 , 549 , 573 , 593 Rehearsal and Performance , 584 523 Saint James 36 Rich and Free 84 , 109 , 136 65 , 127 Saint Lawrence . 115 Wife and a Friend • 516 ...
... Poor Folk 452 , 476 , 501 , 220 Saint Giles . 210 320 Saint Heliers , Jersey 486 524 , 549 , 573 , 593 Rehearsal and Performance , 584 523 Saint James 36 Rich and Free 84 , 109 , 136 65 , 127 Saint Lawrence . 115 Wife and a Friend • 516 ...
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... poor suffering girl . How had she passed those hours ? What comfort or hope had come to her in the dark night - watches ? He thought of his own prayers on her behalf ; of all the fervour and passion of his soul poured out before Heaven ...
... poor suffering girl . How had she passed those hours ? What comfort or hope had come to her in the dark night - watches ? He thought of his own prayers on her behalf ; of all the fervour and passion of his soul poured out before Heaven ...
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... poor . Men and women who have often known want but never luxury , whose lives have been essentially hard- working and needy , here find a certain amount of peace and comfort during periods of bodily pain , and even enjoy their residence ...
... poor . Men and women who have often known want but never luxury , whose lives have been essentially hard- working and needy , here find a certain amount of peace and comfort during periods of bodily pain , and even enjoy their residence ...
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... poor girl to her ruin - scoundrel enough to desert her in her hour of need . Do you know , von Bercken , why no son has been born to you in your fine Castle to bear your name ? It was because of the curse of that desolate , dying girl ...
... poor girl to her ruin - scoundrel enough to desert her in her hour of need . Do you know , von Bercken , why no son has been born to you in your fine Castle to bear your name ? It was because of the curse of that desolate , dying girl ...
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... poor Fräulein , you look beside your- You have come to upbraid us with what my husband has done . In truth , neither I nor the lad knew , any more than yourself , what was- " " " It is my father , " gasped Magda . " Oh , come with me as ...
... poor Fräulein , you look beside your- You have come to upbraid us with what my husband has done . In truth , neither I nor the lad knew , any more than yourself , what was- " " " It is my father , " gasped Magda . " Oh , come with me as ...
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Side 42 - There is a gentle Nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream : Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure ; Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine, That had the sceptre from his father Brute. She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit Of her enraged stepdame Guendolen, Commended her fair innocence to the flood That stayed her flight with his cross-flowing course.
Side 246 - God ; that the nation, seeing that their temples are not destroyed, may remove error from their hearts, and knowing and adoring the true God, may the more familiarly resort to the places to which they have been accustomed.
Side 136 - Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view! The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys warm and low; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky; The pleasant seat, the ruined tower, The naked rock, the shady bower; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an Ethiop's arm.
Side 319 - And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say " To-morrow is Saint Crispian: " Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Side 511 - Come, bring with a noise, My merry, merry boys, The Christmas log to the firing ; While my good dame, she Bids ye all be free, And drink to your hearts
Side 273 - Were I so tall to reach the pole, Or grasp the ocean with my span, I must be measured by my soul : The mind's the standard of the man.
Side 210 - Autumn all in yellow clad, As though he joyed in his plenteous store, Laden with fruits that made him laugh, full glad That he had banished hunger, which to-fore Had by the belly oft him pinched sore.
Side 250 - The freaks, and humours, and spleen, and vanity of women, as they embroil families in discord and fill houses with disquiet, do more to obstruct the happiness of life in a year than the ambition of the clergy in many centuries.
Side 570 - You have been in France ? said my gentleman, turning quick upon me, with the most civil triumph in the world.' Strange ! quoth I, debating the matter with myself, That oneand-twenty miles sailing, for 'tis absolutely no further from Dover to Calais, should give a man these rights; — I'll look into them. So, giving up the argument, — I went straight to my lodgings, put up half a dozen shirts and a black pair of silk breeches ; —
Side 272 - And but for that chill changeless brow. Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart...