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... Mr. Joseph looked dashed , though only for a moment . " I am older , " he said , " in one way , but not , my dear Mrs. Pen- dleton in every way . My heart , as the - poet says , is ever young , ever young ; 2 [ July , Philip and his Wife .
... Mr. Joseph looked dashed , though only for a moment . " I am older , " he said , " in one way , but not , my dear Mrs. Pen- dleton in every way . My heart , as the - poet says , is ever young , ever young ; 2 [ July , Philip and his Wife .
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... dear me , yes ; and I've had so much experience in it ! I was in lilacs for my dear mother when my dear fa- ther died , and of course I went at once into crape ; and I'd hardly gotten into half again when aunt Betty went , and that set ...
... dear me , yes ; and I've had so much experience in it ! I was in lilacs for my dear mother when my dear fa- ther died , and of course I went at once into crape ; and I'd hardly gotten into half again when aunt Betty went , and that set ...
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... dear me , no ; it is for grown persons ; but there are lessons in it for all . Though it is very delicate , nothing which a child might not read ; " and to show the character of Thoughts Mrs. Pendleton took the trouble to re- cite a ...
... dear me , no ; it is for grown persons ; but there are lessons in it for all . Though it is very delicate , nothing which a child might not read ; " and to show the character of Thoughts Mrs. Pendleton took the trouble to re- cite a ...
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... Dear me , I don't know how it will end . " Miss Susan's heart was in her throat , yet she waited for Ellen to finish before telling her , sharply , that she did not know what she was talking about , and that Mr. Philip was very well ...
... Dear me , I don't know how it will end . " Miss Susan's heart was in her throat , yet she waited for Ellen to finish before telling her , sharply , that she did not know what she was talking about , and that Mr. Philip was very well ...
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... dear ? There is a draught on Molly . " " I thought Molly went to bed at eight ? " Lyssie commented , as she closed the door . 46 She did n't want to , to - night . " " But she ' d be so much more com- fortable in bed than lying here ...
... dear ? There is a draught on Molly . " " I thought Molly went to bed at eight ? " Lyssie commented , as she closed the door . 46 She did n't want to , to - night . " " But she ' d be so much more com- fortable in bed than lying here ...
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Page 17 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Page 330 - All that we are is the result of what we have thought: it is founded on our thoughts, it is made up of our thoughts.
Page 513 - The blood and spirits of Le Fevre, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel the heart, — rallied back, the film forsook his eyes for a moment, — he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby's face, — then cast a look upon his boy, and that ligament, fine as it was, was never broken.
Page 124 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Page 62 - Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death; a land of darkness, as darkness itself, and of the shadow of death, without any order and where the light is as darkness.
Page 398 - It may be said that we ought to read our contemporaries, that Wordsworth &c. should have their due from us. But, for the sake of a few fine imaginative or domestic passages, are we to be bullied into a certain Philosophy engendered in the whims of an Egotist ? Every man has his speculations, but every man does not brood and peacock over them till he makes a false coinage and deceives himself.
Page 642 - No, Sir, claret is the liquor for boys ; port for men ; but he who aspires to be a hero (smiling) must drink brandy.
Page 331 - Such as are thy habitual thoughts, such also will be the character of thy mind ; for the soul is dyed by the thoughts. Dye it then with a continuous series of such thoughts as these : for instance, that where a man can live, there he can also live well. But he must live in a palace ; — well then, he can also live well in a palace.
Page 330 - ... after I am dead, shall be a lamp unto themselves, and a refuge unto themselves, shall betake themselves to no external refuge, but- holding fast to the truth as their lamp, and holding fast...
Page 331 - As the bee collects nectar and departs without injuring the flower, or its color or scent, so let a sage dwell in his village.