The ladies of Bever Hollow, by the author of 'Mary Powell'.1858 |
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66 My dear bedroom better Bever Hollow Brand breakfast Brighton called certainly Charlotte chimney Christmas cold Collington coming cottage creature crick cried George dare say dear Althea dear friend dear Kitty door draught ejaculated Eliza Erysipelas eyes fancy father feel felt fire Forest Fulk George Mildmay girl give glad Glyn Glyn's going gone hand Hannah happy hear heard hope influenza Kate keep kind kissed Kitty's Knight lady laughing look ma'am mamma mind Miss Bohun Miss Hill Miss Rhoda Hill Miss Rickards Miss Roberta morning mother never nice Pamela parlour Paul Sandby pleasant poor pray pretty quid pro quo ride round seemed sighing sister sleep smiling soon sorry stairs suppose sure talk tears tell thank there's things thought told took voice walk warm wassail wish woman young
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Página 37 - His word thy steadfast eye, So shall thy work be done. No profit canst thou gain By self-consuming care ; To Him commend thy cause, His ear Attends the softest prayer. Give to the winds Thy fears ; Hope and be undismayed ; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears ; God shall lift up thy head. Through waves, and clouds, and storms, He gently clears thy way : Wait thou His time — thy darkest night Shall end in brightest day.
Página 243 - A breath, a touch like this hath shaken ; And ruder words will soon rush in To spread the breach that words begin, And eyes forget the gentle ray They wore in courtship's smiling day, And voices lose the tone that shed A tenderness round all they said ; Till fast declining, one by one, The sweetnesses of love are gone, And hearts, so lately mingled, seem Like broken clouds, or like the stream That smiling left the mountain's brow.
Página 69 - Brand laughed heartily at this, and said she had never heard of such a thing in her life. " Where could you pick it up, Kate ? Is it the custom of the country ? " " Oh dear, no ; Althea found it in one of her books.
Página 74 - Good-natur'd mirth, an open heart, And looks unskill'd in any art ; Humility enough to own The frailties which a friend makes known ; And decent pride enough to know The worth that virtue can bestow. These are the charms which ne'er decay, Though youth and beauty fade away ; And...
Página 134 - NOT stayed state, but feeble stay ; ' > ' ' Not costly robes, but bare array ; Not passed wealth, but present want ; Not heaped store, but slender scant; Not plenty's purse, but poor estate ; ' Not happy hap, but froward fate ; Not wish at will, but want of joy ; Not heart's good health, but heart's annoy ; Not freedom's use, but prison's thrall ; Not costly...
Página 74 - Tis virtue that muft bind it faft ; An eafy carriage, wholly free From four referve, or levity ; Good-natur'd mirth, an open heart, And looks unfkill'd in any art ; Humility, enough to own The frailties, which a friend makes known ; And decent pride enough to know The worth, that virtue can beftow.
Página 61 - I writ, dropped down a tear. But I so oft have found, to my content, And felt so oft what comforts God hath sent, When of all outward helps we are deprived, That (would the same by all men were believed !) It might be thought true pleasures were possessed Of none but men forsaken and distressed ! " True poet! sincere believer! And he who penned this consolation,
Página 61 - The love of God, with hearty Thankfulnefle. For when no forrowes of mine owne I had, The very thought of thofe hath made me fad. And were it not that God hath given me Some tryalls of thofe Comfortings, which Hee For men in their extremities provides, And from the knowledges of others hides : Or felt I not, how prevalent God's pow'r Appeares in us, when there is none of our : What liberty hee giue's when wee doe fall Within the...
Página 231 - ... nevertheless, not my will, but thine be done." But what allows of excuse, truth does not require us to commend. It was his infirmity that induced David to long for death, to hasten his escape from the stormy wind and tempest ; and an old writer tells us it would have been more honourable for him to have asked for the strength of an ox to bear his trials, than for the wings of a dove to flee from them. Is not such language unworthy and ungrateful ? Should we overlook and forget all our comforts...