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... silent after she made this remark and beginning to fear lest she might have offended him by its apparent lightness , she turned a timid glance towards her companion . He was stooping down caressing the little dog by her side , not ...
... silent after she made this remark and beginning to fear lest she might have offended him by its apparent lightness , she turned a timid glance towards her companion . He was stooping down caressing the little dog by her side , not ...
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... a certain sad solemnity . Miss Seaham listened to the exhortation in meck , submissive silence , though to look upon her calm , sweet , holy countenance one might have thought the sin of worldliness could scarcely cleave to 24 MARY SEAHAM .
... a certain sad solemnity . Miss Seaham listened to the exhortation in meck , submissive silence , though to look upon her calm , sweet , holy countenance one might have thought the sin of worldliness could scarcely cleave to 24 MARY SEAHAM .
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... silence again succeeded , broken by Mr. Temple . " Miss Seaham , do you think you shall find the life in this same great world , so suited to your tastes as that which has glided by so peacefully in this quiet sphere of action ? " 66 ...
... silence again succeeded , broken by Mr. Temple . " Miss Seaham , do you think you shall find the life in this same great world , so suited to your tastes as that which has glided by so peacefully in this quiet sphere of action ? " 66 ...
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... silence was broken by Mr. Temple . His voice had recovered the wonted calm of its low , deep accents as thus he spoke : " And in this world of imagination - this dream - land sphere which you own , alas ! to have been no coral strands ...
... silence was broken by Mr. Temple . His voice had recovered the wonted calm of its low , deep accents as thus he spoke : " And in this world of imagination - this dream - land sphere which you own , alas ! to have been no coral strands ...
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... silent solitary grandeur - in most alluring contrast with her present undemonstra- tive , though luxurious reception . But no ! she had been attracted by the urgent and pressing desire expressed in the letters of her cousins , to make ...
... silent solitary grandeur - in most alluring contrast with her present undemonstra- tive , though luxurious reception . But no ! she had been attracted by the urgent and pressing desire expressed in the letters of her cousins , to make ...
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Page 236 - Tis the fire-shower of ruin all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements' height, Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and to burn ; Return to thy dwelling ! all lonely return ! For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood.
Page 276 - Mammon led them on, Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific.
Page 98 - The silver key of the fountain of tears, Where the spirit drinks till the brain is wild ; Softest grave of a thousand fears, Where their mother, Care, like a drowsy child, Is laid asleep in flowers.
Page 103 - And Jacob went near unto Isaac his father; and he felt him, and said, The voice is Jacob's voice, but the hands are the hands of Esau.
Page 268 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Page 236 - Lo ! the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah, home let him speed, — for the spoiler is nigh ! Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel, the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
Page 65 - But, above all, the victory is most sure For Him, who, seeking faith by virtue, strives To yield entire submission to the law Of Conscience ; Conscience reverenced and obeyed, As God's most intimate Presence in the soul, And his most perfect Image in the world.
Page 67 - Be she meeker, kinder, than fhe turtle-dove or pelican : If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be? Shall a woman's virtues move Me to perish for her love? Or, her well-deservings known, Make me quite forget mine own? Be she with that goodness blest Which may merit name of Best; If she be not such to me, What care I how good she be?
Page 17 - tis youth's frenzy— but the cure Is bitterer still, as charm by charm unwinds Which robed our idols, and we see too sure Nor Worth nor Beauty dwells from out the mind's Ideal shape of such ; yet still it binds — The fatal spell, and still it draws us on...
Page 170 - For the love of money is the root of all evil, which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows. But thou, O man of God, flee these things, and follow after righteousness, Godliness, faith, love, patience, meekness.