Hope, the Hermit: A Novel, Volume 1Longmans, Green, 1897 - 400 pages |
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... Audrey well , or perhaps she pined for companionship . At any rate , it happened that she was constantly being sent back to Grange Farm ; so that practically we grew up together , belonging to each other from the very first . As for ...
... Audrey well , or perhaps she pined for companionship . At any rate , it happened that she was constantly being sent back to Grange Farm ; so that practically we grew up together , belonging to each other from the very first . As for ...
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... Audrey's - Radcliffe , but of which of the many branches I never clearly understood . The story ran that when in the time of the Civil War St. Herbert's Isle had been garrisoned for the Parliament , some wag thought to amuse himself at ...
... Audrey's - Radcliffe , but of which of the many branches I never clearly understood . The story ran that when in the time of the Civil War St. Herbert's Isle had been garrisoned for the Parliament , some wag thought to amuse himself at ...
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... Audrey and I were to hide together , and as we were searching about for a good place in the little room above the porch we looked into a large old chest which stood against the wall . " ' Let us get in here , ' I suggested . Why , how ...
... Audrey and I were to hide together , and as we were searching about for a good place in the little room above the porch we looked into a large old chest which stood against the wall . " ' Let us get in here , ' I suggested . Why , how ...
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... Audrey's laughter rang through the wood . ' If I only had you always at hand , Zinogle , I should never be in the ... Audrey , blithely . ' But come back again ; don't forget to come back . ' 6 " What a funny old fellow he is ! ' she ...
... Audrey's laughter rang through the wood . ' If I only had you always at hand , Zinogle , I should never be in the ... Audrey , blithely . ' But come back again ; don't forget to come back . ' 6 " What a funny old fellow he is ! ' she ...
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... Audrey failed to catch its signifi- cance ; he was to her nothing but her old comrade , and people are seldom very ... Audrey's face had grown thoughtful and tender . Her thoughts flew back to a time when Michael had been a daily ...
... Audrey failed to catch its signifi- cance ; he was to her nothing but her old comrade , and people are seldom very ... Audrey's face had grown thoughtful and tender . Her thoughts flew back to a time when Michael had been a daily ...
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Page 41 - Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
Page 130 - Have you marked but the fall of the snow, Before the soil hath smutched it ? Have you felt the wool of the beaver, Or swan's down ever ? Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier ? Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white ! O so soft ! O so sweet is she ! n.
Page 60 - Eased of her load, Subjection grows more light; And Poverty looks cheerful in thy sight! Thou mak'st the gloomy face of Nature gay; Giv'st beauty to the sun, and pleasure to the day!
Page 129 - The many rend the skies with loud applause; So love was crowned, but Music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gazed on the fair Who caused his care, And sighed and looked, sighed and looked, Sighed and looked, and sighed again : At length, with love and wine at once oppressed, The vanquished victor sunk upon her breast.
Page 163 - God endued with a clear and wonderful depth, a discerner of others' spirits, and very much a master of his own. And though the side of his understanding which lay next to the world, and especially the expression of it, might sound uncouth and unfashionable to nice ears, his matter was nevertheless very profound ; and would not only bear...
Page 223 - How could it be so fair, and you away? How could the trees be beauteous, flowers so gay? Could they remember but last year, How you did them, they you delight, The sprouting leaves which saw you here, And...
Page 66 - ... would be laid at your feet: Love that should help you to live, Song that should spur you to soar. All things were nothing to give Once to have sense of you more, Touch you and taste of you, sweet, Think you and breathe you and live, Swept of your wings as they soar, Trodden by chance of your feet. I that have love and no more Give you but love of you, sweet: He that hath more, let him give; He that hath wings, let him soar; Mine is the heart at your feet Here, that must love you to live.
Page 122 - And being herewith comforted and strengthened, he committed himself wholly to the will of God, and that noisome anxiety ceased : neither had he the mind to search curiously any farther, to know what should befall him ; but rather laboured to understand what was the perfect and acceptable will of God for the beginning and accomplishing of every good work. HOPE in the Lord, and do good,' saith the Prophet, ' and inhabit the land, and thou shalt be fed in the riches thereof.
Page 32 - Who delights i' th' public view. Such is her beauty as no arts Have enriched with borrowed grace; Her high birth no pride imparts, For she blushes in her place. Folly boasts a glorious blood, She is noblest being good. Cautious, she knew never yet What a wanton courtship meant; Nor speaks loud to boast her wit, In her silence eloquent: Of herself survey she takes But 'tween men no difference makes. She obeys with speedy will Her grave parents...
Page 13 - The child, the seed, the grain of corn, The acorn on the hill, Each for some separate end is born In season fit, and still Each must in strength arise to work the almighty will.