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Page iii
... telling of a thousand dear associations , which even you may have forgotten , but which I can never forget . While I was yet a child , you proved to me the value of affection's slightest gift ; for a look from you said more to my heart.
... telling of a thousand dear associations , which even you may have forgotten , but which I can never forget . While I was yet a child , you proved to me the value of affection's slightest gift ; for a look from you said more to my heart.
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... tell them how the rest of the volume was chiefly written . - I was sitting one evening among a family party , most of whom think me rather a superior personage ; ( not that I am . ) The children were just gone to b idle , seeming to ...
... tell them how the rest of the volume was chiefly written . - I was sitting one evening among a family party , most of whom think me rather a superior personage ; ( not that I am . ) The children were just gone to b idle , seeming to ...
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... tell you ? " she inquired , anxiously . " What have I done ? " cried Miranda , " what shall I do ? I can't answer— don't ask me . " Rosine , in vain , attempted to detain her ; but she rushed out of the rcom . C Rosine rose up to shut ...
... tell you ? " she inquired , anxiously . " What have I done ? " cried Miranda , " what shall I do ? I can't answer— don't ask me . " Rosine , in vain , attempted to detain her ; but she rushed out of the rcom . C Rosine rose up to shut ...
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... tell them I am dying , in my own way . " Her wishes were at first opposed , but she repeated them so earnestly , and her reasons were so ex- cellent , that she was allowed to act as she chose on the subject . Her mind was too confused ...
... tell them I am dying , in my own way . " Her wishes were at first opposed , but she repeated them so earnestly , and her reasons were so ex- cellent , that she was allowed to act as she chose on the subject . Her mind was too confused ...
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... Tell dear Sophie , if she wishes to know my favourite spot , it is that part of the mountain , above our cottage , which we used to name , ' our thinking retreat . ' When quite alone , I always sat down at the foot of the two weeping ...
... Tell dear Sophie , if she wishes to know my favourite spot , it is that part of the mountain , above our cottage , which we used to name , ' our thinking retreat . ' When quite alone , I always sat down at the foot of the two weeping ...
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Page 52 - Come unto me all ye that labour and are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.
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Page 197 - Yet thou sayest, Because I am innocent, surely his anger shall turn from me. Behold, I will plead with thee, because thou sayest, I have not sinned.
Page 103 - Philip findeth Nathanael, and saith unto him, We have found him of whom Moses in the law and the prophets did write, Jesus of Nazareth, the son of Joseph.
Page 155 - Lie not ; but let thy heart be true to God, Thy mouth to it, thy actions to them both.
Page viii - Here the self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, The apostle of affliction, he who threw Enchantment over passion, and from woe Wrung overwhelming eloquence, first drew The breath which made him wretched : yet he knew How to make madness beautiful, and cast O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heavenly hue Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they past The eyes, which o'er them shed tears feelingly and fast.
Page 59 - If the world hate you, ye know that it hated me before it hated you. If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you.
Page 219 - Athenian walls from ruin bare. IX. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY. LADY, that in the prime of earliest youth Wisely hast shunned the broad way and the green, And with those few art eminently seen, That labour up the hill of heavenly truth, The better part with Mary and with Ruth Chosen thou hast...
Page xiv - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow ; While angels with their silver wings o'ersluide The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
Page 128 - So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.