Kate Aylesford: A Story of the RefugeesT. B. Peterson, 1855 - 336 páginas |
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... latter . " Yes ! niece , " answered the dame , briskly , " I wish our cousin , Lord Danville , could see this sunset . He won't believe that we have skies , in America , equal to those of Italy . " " We must be near the coast , " said ...
... latter . " Yes ! niece , " answered the dame , briskly , " I wish our cousin , Lord Danville , could see this sunset . He won't believe that we have skies , in America , equal to those of Italy . " " We must be near the coast , " said ...
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... latter's shaking hands . " They have fastened us down here , too , I suppose , " cried Mrs. Warren , in a tremulous voice . " We shall be drowned , without having a chance to get on deck . " Kate herself knew not but that , in another ...
... latter's shaking hands . " They have fastened us down here , too , I suppose , " cried Mrs. Warren , in a tremulous voice . " We shall be drowned , without having a chance to get on deck . " Kate herself knew not but that , in another ...
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... latter's voice was heard , faint with terror , calling on her name . " Here I am , aunt , " answered Kate , as cheerfully as she could . She held out her hand , which Mrs. Warren eagerly caught . At any other time Kate's sense of the ...
... latter's voice was heard , faint with terror , calling on her name . " Here I am , aunt , " answered Kate , as cheerfully as she could . She held out her hand , which Mrs. Warren eagerly caught . At any other time Kate's sense of the ...
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... latter to her shoulder , began affectionately stroking the water from her aged rela- tive's head . The poor creature could only answer this caress by tears , which flowed heavily down her cheeks , and by grateful looks . " Are you cold ...
... latter to her shoulder , began affectionately stroking the water from her aged rela- tive's head . The poor creature could only answer this caress by tears , which flowed heavily down her cheeks , and by grateful looks . " Are you cold ...
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... sandy soil . A slightly elevated ridge , however , runs in a southwesterly direction between Delaware Bay and the Atlantic , though much nearer the former than the latter , and divides THE 49 COUNTRY TAVERN . The Country Tavern,
... sandy soil . A slightly elevated ridge , however , runs in a southwesterly direction between Delaware Bay and the Atlantic , though much nearer the former than the latter , and divides THE 49 COUNTRY TAVERN . The Country Tavern,
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Términos y frases comunes
added answered Kate Arab Arrison Aunt Chloe awhile beautiful began bloodhound boat Captain Powell CHAPTER Charles child companion conflagration continued Count Pulaski countenance cousin cried dame dark death debbil Emerson Bennett Eugene Sue eyes face fire followed forest Forks G. W. M. Reynolds girl glancing half hand head hear heard heart heerd hero heroine hope horse hour instant Kate's knew lady laugh Liberty or death listened looked Lord Maggy Major Gordon miles Miss Aylesford morning Mullen Neck never niece night once outlaws patriots paused person Pomp Price 25 Price 50 cents reached refugees replied ride river road rushed seemed seen ship shore side sight soon spoke stood suddenly Sweetwater there's thing thought trees Trenton turned Uncle Lawrence Valentine Vox voice Warren watch wave whole wild wind woods words young
Pasajes populares
Página 279 - By thine Agony and bloody Sweat ; by thy Cross and Passion ; by thy precious Death and Burial ; by thy glorious Resurrection and Ascension ; and by the coming of the Holy Ghost, Good Lord, deliver us.
Página 78 - SWEET AUBURN ! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the laboring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Página 99 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Página 278 - Remember not, Lord, our offences, nor the offences of our forefathers ; neither take thou vengeance of our sins : spare us, good Lord, spare thy people, whom thou hast redeemed with thy most precious blood, and be not angry with us for ever.
Página 268 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Página 351 - A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel 13 light. XV.— I WANDERED LONELY. 1804. I WANDERED lonely as a cloud...
Página 317 - God is also in sleep, and dreams advise. Which he hath sent propitious some great good Presaging, since, with sorrow and heart's distress Wearied, I fell asleep : but now lead on ; In me is no delay ; with thee to go Is to stay here ; without thee here to stay Is to go hence unwilling ; thou to me Art all things under heaven, all places thou. Who for my wilful crime art banish'd hence...
Página 142 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Página 323 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth...
Página 343 - Is an unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractis'd; Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn ; Happiest of all is, that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king.