Against wind and tide, by Holme Lee1862 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 35
Page 10
... glance all round upon the young hypocrites . It was an interesting picture , and he for- bore to disturb its harmonious completeness ; he even chose to be blind to the inquisitorial twinkle which now and then shot out towards his ...
... glance all round upon the young hypocrites . It was an interesting picture , and he for- bore to disturb its harmonious completeness ; he even chose to be blind to the inquisitorial twinkle which now and then shot out towards his ...
Page 13
... glance to trace the footmarks of the anguish that had gone over her soul . She had been a pious , good girl too , and that made her misfortunes all the crueler , and , in her own mind , all the more rankling and indelible . But she had ...
... glance to trace the footmarks of the anguish that had gone over her soul . She had been a pious , good girl too , and that made her misfortunes all the crueler , and , in her own mind , all the more rankling and indelible . But she had ...
Page 17
... glance at the master , who feigned neither to hear nor see . He was never the pedagogue out of school ; from which it may be safely inferred , that he was not heartily in love with his vocation ; for there is none other that sticks so ...
... glance at the master , who feigned neither to hear nor see . He was never the pedagogue out of school ; from which it may be safely inferred , that he was not heartily in love with his vocation ; for there is none other that sticks so ...
Page 29
... glance towards her other darling , who lay upon the grass alone , sullenly plucking the daisies and casting them away . With every idle fling of his hand he dealt a stab at his poor mother's swelling breast . She felt how anger , shame ...
... glance towards her other darling , who lay upon the grass alone , sullenly plucking the daisies and casting them away . With every idle fling of his hand he dealt a stab at his poor mother's swelling breast . She felt how anger , shame ...
Page 32
... glance , and livid , sunken circles round her eyes . Poor Mary ! -poor faded rose ! nothing but the lingering perfume of thy love can make thee lovely now ! V. That was a long , tedious day ; she kept the boys at home , and expected ...
... glance , and livid , sunken circles round her eyes . Poor Mary ! -poor faded rose ! nothing but the lingering perfume of thy love can make thee lovely now ! V. That was a long , tedious day ; she kept the boys at home , and expected ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
amongst asked Aunt Manuel beautiful began better blush boys brother by-and-by child Chinelyn cried Cyrus Hawthorne Cyrus's Dawson dear door Dorothea Sancton Eliotson eyes face father feel Félicie felt Ford friends garden George Sancton glance gone grave Hadley Royal hand happy Hawthorne's heard heart hope John Dawson Joshua Hawthorne Kibblewhite knew Lady Eleanor Lady Leigh Lady Nugent laughing Leasowes Lilian Carlton lips little Lola lived Lola's looked Lowther Lowther Castle Maiden Lane marriage Mary Master Scrope Millburn mind Minster Hill minutes Mistress morning mother never night passion perhaps Phyllis pleasant poor pretty racter Reuben Otley Robert Hawthorne Robin round Samuel Miles silent Sir Philip Nugent smile sorrow stood talk tears tell things thought told Tom Nugent took turned Uncle Manuel voice walk Walton Minster wife window woman word young
Popular passages
Page 5 - The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Page 101 - We have not wings, we cannot soar ; But we have feet to scale and climb, By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time.
Page 7 - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy's brain; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 119 - There is a garden in her face, Where roses and white lilies grow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow. There cherries grow which none may buy Till 'Cherry-ripe
Page 381 - Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Page 288 - Let our unceasing, earnest prayer Be, too, for light, — for strength to bear Our portion of the weight of care, That crushes into dumb despair One half the human race.
Page 325 - O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
Page 188 - MAIDEN ! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet...
Page 173 - Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living present! Heart within, and GOD o'erhead!
Page 336 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.