On the Banks of the Ouse Or Life in Olney a Hundred Years Ago: A StorySeeley & Company, 1888 - 339 páginas |
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Página viii
... once the madness - cloud to His own love to blind him , But gently led the blind along where breath and bird could find him ; And wrought within his shattered brain such quick poetic senses As hills have language for , and stars ...
... once the madness - cloud to His own love to blind him , But gently led the blind along where breath and bird could find him ; And wrought within his shattered brain such quick poetic senses As hills have language for , and stars ...
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... once more , John Newton held fast to the belief that : Though in blindness he remained unconscious of the guiding , And things provided came without the sweet sense of pro- viding , He testified this solemn truth , while frenzy ...
... once more , John Newton held fast to the belief that : Though in blindness he remained unconscious of the guiding , And things provided came without the sweet sense of pro- viding , He testified this solemn truth , while frenzy ...
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... once a week , and droned through the responses from the big family pew , and kept up a low buzzing as an accompaniment to the two fiddles and the bassoon , as one of Sterndale and Hopkins ' hymns was bawled out by a few men and boys in ...
... once a week , and droned through the responses from the big family pew , and kept up a low buzzing as an accompaniment to the two fiddles and the bassoon , as one of Sterndale and Hopkins ' hymns was bawled out by a few men and boys in ...
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... once must be Mr. Rollestone and his son . 66 Hallo , Cicely ! turning haymaker ? What a clever lass it is ! " Cicely's first impulse was to throw down the rake and disappear by the gate at the lower part of the hay - field , which led ...
... once must be Mr. Rollestone and his son . 66 Hallo , Cicely ! turning haymaker ? What a clever lass it is ! " Cicely's first impulse was to throw down the rake and disappear by the gate at the lower part of the hay - field , which led ...
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... once to a pedestal , as something to admire , and — if so it could be - love to his life's end . Cuthbert Rollestone was not the first man who is , so to speak , boulversé at first sight . He will not be the last ; and it is generally ...
... once to a pedestal , as something to admire , and — if so it could be - love to his life's end . Cuthbert Rollestone was not the first man who is , so to speak , boulversé at first sight . He will not be the last ; and it is generally ...
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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 |
Términos y frases comunes
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.