On the Banks of the Ouse Or Life in Olney a Hundred Years Ago: A StorySeeley & Company, 1888 - 339 páginas |
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... face was often distorted by passion and an uncontrolled temper . Cuthbert had a certain . refinement inherited from his mother , whose portrait hung over the open fireplace , and seemed always , so Cuthbert thought , to be looking down ...
... face was often distorted by passion and an uncontrolled temper . Cuthbert had a certain . refinement inherited from his mother , whose portrait hung over the open fireplace , and seemed always , so Cuthbert thought , to be looking down ...
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... face , acted as a safeguard . However that may have been , Cuthbert had not for some years felt anything but recoil from excess of any kind , and as a consequence had led a some- what solitary life in a neighbourhood where the small ...
... face , acted as a safeguard . However that may have been , Cuthbert had not for some years felt anything but recoil from excess of any kind , and as a consequence had led a some- what solitary life in a neighbourhood where the small ...
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... face , over which a shadow of melancholy lay like the mist which darkens the radiance of a landscape . Through that mist there may be gleams of sunlight at times , revealing the beauty which lies concealed , and so at intervals there ...
... face , over which a shadow of melancholy lay like the mist which darkens the radiance of a landscape . Through that mist there may be gleams of sunlight at times , revealing the beauty which lies concealed , and so at intervals there ...
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... face as he leaned toward the young man and handed the book to him . Cuthbert received it with a grave bow , just as the second verse was being read by Mr. Newton : " I delivered thee when bound , And when bleeding healed thy wound ...
... face as he leaned toward the young man and handed the book to him . Cuthbert received it with a grave bow , just as the second verse was being read by Mr. Newton : " I delivered thee when bound , And when bleeding healed thy wound ...
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... face was like ; but all this was nothing to the point . 99 " I am not going to be trotted out for inspection like one of the young horses before it goes to the fair ; no , not I. " Then Cicely repaired to her bedroom , and opening a ...
... face was like ; but all this was nothing to the point . 99 " I am not going to be trotted out for inspection like one of the young horses before it goes to the fair ; no , not I. " Then Cicely repaired to her bedroom , and opening a ...
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On the Banks of the Ouse Or Life in Olney a Hundred Years Ago: A Story Emma Marshall Vista completa - 1888 |
On the Banks of the Ouse Or Life in Olney a Hundred Years Ago: A Story Emma Marshall Vista completa - 1888 |
On the Banks of the Ouse Or Life in Olney a Hundred Years Ago: A Story Emma Marshall Vista completa - 1888 |
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arms asked aunt baby beautiful Bedford better Betty bride child church Cicely Whinfield Cicely's cloth Coltswood Manor cousin Cowper Cuth Cuthbert Rollestone dear door Drusilla Allen exclaimed eyes face father gate gentle gentleman Giles girl hand head heard heart hope horse John Newton Kath Katharine Perry Katharine's lace-maker lady laughed Lavendon Mill leave live look Lord madam marriage Master Cuthbert Miles Crampton miller Miss Perry mistress mother never night Olney parlour passed Paul Chamber Paul Chamberlain PHILIP GILBERT HAMERTON Pleasaunce poet poor pray pretty Price quiet reply RIVER OUSE Rose round seemed side silla smile stood story talk tell there's things to-day turned Unwin village voice waiting walk wedding Weston WESTON UNDERWOOD wife William Cowper window wish words YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young Squire
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Página 121 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
Página viii - And wrought within his shattered brain such quick poetic senses As hills have language for, and stars, harmonious influences ; The pulse of dew upon the grass kept his within its number, And silent shadows from the trees refreshed him like a slumber.
Página 334 - FAREWELL, dear scenes, for ever closed to me, Oh, for what sorrows must I now exchange ye!
Página 339 - Thus? oh, not thus! no type of earth can image that awaking, Wherein he scarcely heard the chant of seraphs round him breaking, Or felt the new immortal throb of soul from body parted, But felt those eyes alone, and knew, —
Página 312 - From thee departing they are lost, and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man, His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer, and his will to serve. But...
Página 144 - And waft it to the mourner as he roves, Can call up life into his faded eye, That passes all he sees unheeded by : No wounds like those a wounded spirit feels, No cure for such, till God who makes them, heals.
Página 219 - And now, what time ye all may read through dimming tears his story, How discord on the music fell and darkness on the glory, And how when, one by one, sweet sounds and wandering lights departed, He wore no less a loving face because so broken-hearted...
Página 305 - When one, that holds communion with the skies, Has filled his urn where these pure waters rise, And once more mingles with us meaner things, 'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings ; Immortal fragrance fills the circuit wide, That tells us whence his treasures are supplied.
Página viii - He shall be strong to sanctify The poet's high vocation, And bow the meekest Christian down In meeker adoration : Nor ever shall he be in praise By wise or good forsaken : Named softly, as the household name Of one whom God hath taken. With quiet sadness, and no gloom, I learn to think upon him ; With meekness that is gratefulness, To God whose heaven hath won him — Who suffered once the madness-cloud...
Página 71 - tis equal, whether love ordain My life or death, appoint me pain or ease ; My soul perceives no real ill in pain ; In ease or health no real good she sees. One good she covets, and that good alone, To choose thy will, from selfish bias free ; And to prefer a cottage to a throne, And grief to comfort, if it pleases thee.