The Living Age, المجلد 258Living Age Company, 1908 |
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... Janie was coming from the hills . The fact was first borne in upon her as she sat at her tent - door and watched her rescuers . Mr. Brooke had told her to put her things together and then rest until it was time to start , but it was ...
... Janie was coming from the hills . The fact was first borne in upon her as she sat at her tent - door and watched her rescuers . Mr. Brooke had told her to put her things together and then rest until it was time to start , but it was ...
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... Janie , and the prisoners ' guards led them on down the nullah . " I began to be afraid you meant to kill them , " confessed Janie ; " but I couldn't believe it . " " In cold blood ? Hardly , " said Mr. Brooke , with all his old ...
... Janie , and the prisoners ' guards led them on down the nullah . " I began to be afraid you meant to kill them , " confessed Janie ; " but I couldn't believe it . " " In cold blood ? Hardly , " said Mr. Brooke , with all his old ...
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... Janie . " No , " Mr. Meadows assured her ; " they commandeered all there was in Bala , and this was it . They couldn't well bring it over the passes with them , you see . " " I never dreamed it was so close to the camp , " said Janie ...
... Janie . " No , " Mr. Meadows assured her ; " they commandeered all there was in Bala , and this was it . They couldn't well bring it over the passes with them , you see . " " I never dreamed it was so close to the camp , " said Janie ...
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... Janie looked up anxiously . " Even if he recovers completely , he can never get rid of those scars , and they would give him away in any disguise as soon as he was searched . But we'll find him plenty to do - don't be afraid " ; for Janie ...
... Janie looked up anxiously . " Even if he recovers completely , he can never get rid of those scars , and they would give him away in any disguise as soon as he was searched . But we'll find him plenty to do - don't be afraid " ; for Janie ...
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... Janie . Mr. Brooke's face hardened . " We will hope so - presently , " he re- plied . " Just now , their supreme desire seems to be to get as far from the Scythians as possible . " " What ! Englishmen ? " cried Janie in horror . " And ...
... Janie . Mr. Brooke's face hardened . " We will hope so - presently , " he re- plied . " Just now , their supreme desire seems to be to get as far from the Scythians as possible . " " What ! Englishmen ? " cried Janie in horror . " And ...
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الصفحة 369 - Memory and her siren daughters, but by devout prayer to that eternal Spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim, with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases.
الصفحة 485 - Save base authority from others' books. • These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
الصفحة 100 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
الصفحة 575 - The angels keep their ancient places; Turn but a stone and start a wing! 'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing.
الصفحة 547 - Falkland ; a person of such prodigious parts of learning and knowledge, of that inimitable sweetness and delight in conversation, of so flowing and obliging a humanity and goodness to mankind, and of that primitive simplicity and integrity of life, that if there were no other brand upon this odious and accursed civil war, than that single loss, it must be most infamous and execrable to all posterity.
الصفحة 643 - In the most literal of senses, "the earth hath bubbles as the water hath ; and these are of them.
الصفحة 99 - O FRIEND ! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only drest For show ; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom ! We must run glittering like a brook In the open sunshine, or we are unblest : The wealthiest man among us is the best : No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us.
الصفحة 138 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
الصفحة 12 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
الصفحة 562 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.