The People's journal (with which is incorporated Howitt's journal) ed. by J. Saunders. [Continued as] People's & Howitt's journal, Volumes 3-4 |
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... mother and daughter ; though , from the very youthful appearance of the latter , they were frequently taken for sisters , while they seemed equally to require the surveillance of Miss Hooper , Mrs. Forrester's maiden aunt , who had ...
... mother and daughter ; though , from the very youthful appearance of the latter , they were frequently taken for sisters , while they seemed equally to require the surveillance of Miss Hooper , Mrs. Forrester's maiden aunt , who had ...
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... mother , child ? She is very young , very beautiful . " " She is , indeed - but - but - I do not think that Gerald ... mother's happiness must not be sacrificed . I can see that she is daily becoming more and more attached to Mr. Deane ...
... mother , child ? She is very young , very beautiful . " " She is , indeed - but - but - I do not think that Gerald ... mother's happiness must not be sacrificed . I can see that she is daily becoming more and more attached to Mr. Deane ...
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... mother to the altar , she heard Gerald take that solemn vow which once she thought would have bound him to her ; she offered her cheek to his paternal embrace while it still glistened with her mother's tears - and then her strength gave ...
... mother to the altar , she heard Gerald take that solemn vow which once she thought would have bound him to her ; she offered her cheek to his paternal embrace while it still glistened with her mother's tears - and then her strength gave ...
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... mother's breast : Ere the morn of childhood fadeth , Angels call them to their rest . Mourn not for the little ... mother gazeth On that sweet and pallid face : Little children , treading softly , Cluster weeping round the bed ; Loving ...
... mother's breast : Ere the morn of childhood fadeth , Angels call them to their rest . Mourn not for the little ... mother gazeth On that sweet and pallid face : Little children , treading softly , Cluster weeping round the bed ; Loving ...
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... mother , fled into the parlour , and flinging her arms around Lady Mowbray , exclaimed , " Oh , mama , how glad I am you are come at last ! " But no answering warmth responded to her caress ; drawing herself up , her mother coldly ...
... mother , fled into the parlour , and flinging her arms around Lady Mowbray , exclaimed , " Oh , mama , how glad I am you are come at last ! " But no answering warmth responded to her caress ; drawing herself up , her mother coldly ...
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Page 243 - Ay, sir ; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
Page 62 - I must do it, as it were, in such weight, measure and number, even so perfectly as God made the world, or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened, yea presently sometimes with pinches, nips and bobs, and other ways which I will not name for the honour I bear them, so without measure misordered that I think myself in hell till time come that I must go to Mr.
Page 335 - Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings from their loves receive Upon the honey'd middle of the night, If ceremonies due they did aright; As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Page 41 - Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together! And am like to love three more. If it prove fair weather. Time shall moult away his wings Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again Such a constant lover. But the spite on 't is, no praise Is due at all to me: Love with me had made no stays.
Page 300 - And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Page 244 - Fore-shadows, call them rather fore-splendours, of that Truth, and Beginning of Truths, fell mysteriously over my soul. Sweeter than Dayspring to the Shipwrecked in Nova Zembla; ah, like the mother's voice to her little child that strays bewildered, weeping, in unknown tumults; like soft streamings of celestial music to my too-exasperated heart, came that Evangel. The Universe is not dead and demoniacal, a charnel-house with spectres; but godlike, and my Father's!
Page 188 - I see multitudes of people passing over it, said I, and a black cloud hanging on each end of it. As I looked more attentively, I saw several of the passengers dropping through the bridge, into the great tide that flowed underneath it, and upon...
Page 5 - Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal And seek relief in woe; And while I understand and feel How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedew'd With tears of thoughtful gratitude.
Page 336 - Last Friday was Valentine's Day, and the night before I got five bay-leaves, and pinned four of them to the four corners of my pillow, and the fifth to the middle ; and then, if I dreamt of my sweetheart, Betty said we should be married before the year was out. But, to make it more sure, I boiled an egg hard, and took out the yolk, and filled it with salt ; and when I went to bed, eat it shell and all, without speaking or drinking after it. We also wrote our lovers...
Page 313 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...