Pearls of a Year: Short Stories from "the Xavier", 1888P. J. Kenedy, 1888 - 116 pages |
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... born with it grew strong and brave and hardy among the open hills of his birth place . He was mountain- bred and his liberty was sweeter to him than the fresh breath of the hills . Webster loved the rude scenes of his childhood , the ...
... born with it grew strong and brave and hardy among the open hills of his birth place . He was mountain- bred and his liberty was sweeter to him than the fresh breath of the hills . Webster loved the rude scenes of his childhood , the ...
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... born , had most attracted him . It best opened the way for that leadership of men , which had been his boyish aspiration and was now his man's ambition . He was strong with the people , because of his kind heart and his noble eloquence ...
... born , had most attracted him . It best opened the way for that leadership of men , which had been his boyish aspiration and was now his man's ambition . He was strong with the people , because of his kind heart and his noble eloquence ...
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... born at Milan in 1813 , and died in 1853. His family was descended from the noble Jewish family of Hozannam . The stamp of genius , so marked in all his ancestors , shone none the less brilliantly in Frederic , for he bore everything ...
... born at Milan in 1813 , and died in 1853. His family was descended from the noble Jewish family of Hozannam . The stamp of genius , so marked in all his ancestors , shone none the less brilliantly in Frederic , for he bore everything ...
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... born , My uncle , Mordechai , the Jew who saved Thee from the plot to slay thy majesty Is now condemned ; thy courtier Aman , whom Thou lov'st , is false to thee , and has decreed Each Jew shall die ; ' as humble wife I pray My loving ...
... born , My uncle , Mordechai , the Jew who saved Thee from the plot to slay thy majesty Is now condemned ; thy courtier Aman , whom Thou lov'st , is false to thee , and has decreed Each Jew shall die ; ' as humble wife I pray My loving ...
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... born gladness broke the silence long . " Dear Summer is not dead ; she sleeps at rest . Why are we in these mournful garments drest ? Why mourn we ? rise ! rejoice ! rejoice ! " Then skipped the merry forest fo ! k in joy ; Then sang a ...
... born gladness broke the silence long . " Dear Summer is not dead ; she sleeps at rest . Why are we in these mournful garments drest ? Why mourn we ? rise ! rejoice ! rejoice ! " Then skipped the merry forest fo ! k in joy ; Then sang a ...
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Page 105 - Ye men of Israel, hear these words ; Jesus of Nazareth, a man approved of God among you by miracles and wonders and signs, (which God did by him in the midst of you, as ye yourselves also know...
Page 31 - West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain ; and away to the northward Blomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the mountains Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty Atlantic Looked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station descended.
Page 105 - I foresaw the Lord always before my face ; for he is on my right hand, that I should not be moved: therefore did my heart rejoice, and my tongue was glad ; moreover also my flesh shall rest in hope : because thou wilt not leave my soul in hell, neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption.
Page 31 - Over the basement below protected and shaded the doorway. There in the tranquil evenings of summer, when brightly the sunset Lighted the village street, and gilded the vanes on the chimneys, Matrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps and in kirtles Scarlet and blue and green, with distaffs spinning the golden Flax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within doors Mingled their sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens...
Page 105 - Therefore did my heart rejoice, and my tongue was glad ; moreover also my flesh shall rest in hope : Because thou wilt not leave my soul in hell, neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption. Thou hast made known to me the ways of life ; thou shall make me full of joy with thy countenance.
Page 31 - Softly the Angelus sounded, and over the roofs of the village Columns of pale blue smoke, like clouds of incense ascending, Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers, — Dwelt in the love of God and of man.
Page 74 - THE VIRGIN'S CRADLE-HYMN. COPIED FROM A PRINT OF THE VIRGIN, IN A ROMAN CATHOLIC VILLAGE IN GERMANY. DORMI, Jesu ! Mater ridet Quae tam dulcem somnum videt, Dormi, Jesu ! blandule ! Si non dormis, Mater plorat, Inter fila cantans orat, Blande, veni, somnule.
Page 93 - Beyond this point they are a mere elegance, a luxury contrived for the amusement of polished life, and the gratification of that half love of literature, which pervades all ranks in an advanced stage of society, and are read much more for amusement, than with the least hope of deriving instruction from them.
Page 36 - Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his tongue would have spoken. Vainly he strove to rise ; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him, Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom. Sweet was the light of his eyes ; but it suddenly sank into darkness, As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement.
Page 23 - He liveth long who liveth well ; All else is being flung away. He liveth longest, who can tell Of true things truly done each day.