Pearls of a Year: Short Stories from "the Xavier", 1888P. J. Kenedy, 1888 - 116 pages |
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... glad enough to be leaving wretched huts and raving men , driving rain and windy hills , for a comfortable house , dry clothes , a warm fire and a good dinner . I think I never saw such a fire in my life as the one that blazed up my ...
... glad enough to be leaving wretched huts and raving men , driving rain and windy hills , for a comfortable house , dry clothes , a warm fire and a good dinner . I think I never saw such a fire in my life as the one that blazed up my ...
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... glad cry rends the air , for the exiles have found their brethren . Basil the blacksmith is there , too , but Gabriel - has gone . O , the anguish of that news to Evangeline ! To have watched and waited for years for that meeting with ...
... glad cry rends the air , for the exiles have found their brethren . Basil the blacksmith is there , too , but Gabriel - has gone . O , the anguish of that news to Evangeline ! To have watched and waited for years for that meeting with ...
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... glad cry rose from that sorely tried heart . But when she approached , the cabin had fallen in ruins , and the hearthstone was cold and cheerless . The years fly past . Evangeline's fair form is bowed with age , her hair tinged with ...
... glad cry rose from that sorely tried heart . But when she approached , the cabin had fallen in ruins , and the hearthstone was cold and cheerless . The years fly past . Evangeline's fair form is bowed with age , her hair tinged with ...
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... glad cry of surprise and wonder Evangeline casts herself before him . " Gabriel , O my beloved ! " she cried , and the dying man smiled sweetly . Many the words he strove to utter but every one died on his lips . She stooped down and ...
... glad cry of surprise and wonder Evangeline casts herself before him . " Gabriel , O my beloved ! " she cried , and the dying man smiled sweetly . Many the words he strove to utter but every one died on his lips . She stooped down and ...
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... glad . That smiles and their causes were appreciated by the Romans is clear from the Satires of Horace . For as Blair well says : " He smiles while he reproves . " How these Satires must have been enjoyed by the Roman litterateurs of ...
... glad . That smiles and their causes were appreciated by the Romans is clear from the Satires of Horace . For as Blair well says : " He smiles while he reproves . " How these Satires must have been enjoyed by the Roman litterateurs of ...
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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.