Strangers and pilgrims, by the author of 'Lady Audley's secret'.J. Maxwell, 1873 |
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... side ; the blush- ing cheeks and reverent eyes of school - children lifted to him as he went along the quiet street ; the warm praises of men and women ; the genial welcome that greeted him in every household ; the hushed expec- tancy ...
... side ; the blush- ing cheeks and reverent eyes of school - children lifted to him as he went along the quiet street ; the warm praises of men and women ; the genial welcome that greeted him in every household ; the hushed expec- tancy ...
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... side and to that by contending influences . In a word , he had given himself a new idol . That idea of foreign ser- vice , of toiling for his Master in an untrodden world , of being able to say , ' This work is mine , and mine only ...
... side and to that by contending influences . In a word , he had given himself a new idol . That idea of foreign ser- vice , of toiling for his Master in an untrodden world , of being able to say , ' This work is mine , and mine only ...
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... side , and in all that time had been thinking wholly of Elizabeth , instead of pondering on what he should say to her father . But about that there need be no difficulty . He had never yet found himself at a loss for words ; and though ...
... side , and in all that time had been thinking wholly of Elizabeth , instead of pondering on what he should say to her father . But about that there need be no difficulty . He had never yet found himself at a loss for words ; and though ...
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... side . ' If I were weak enough , mad enough , to prefer my own happiness to the call of duty , I should stay here , ' he said ; ' you ought to know that . ' ' I know nothing except that you have been hard and cruel to me always , in ...
... side . ' If I were weak enough , mad enough , to prefer my own happiness to the call of duty , I should stay here , ' he said ; ' you ought to know that . ' ' I know nothing except that you have been hard and cruel to me always , in ...
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... side , towering above her as she sat in her low chair , and looking down at her with a tender smile . The sisters stared at him wonderingly . There was an air of appropriation in the manner of his STRANGERS AND PILGRIMS . 47.
... side , towering above her as she sat in her low chair , and looking down at her with a tender smile . The sisters stared at him wonderingly . There was an air of appropriation in the manner of his STRANGERS AND PILGRIMS . 47.
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Стр. 170 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Стр. 215 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole. Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb, for sinners slain, Redeemer, king, creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Стр. 259 - Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away! How a sound shall quicken content to bliss, Or a breath suspend the blood's best play, And life be a proof of this!
Стр. 229 - And the dove mourn'd on apace ; No flame did flash, nor fair blue reek Rose up to show me his place. O last love ! O first love ! My love with the true, true heart, To think I have come to this your home, And yet — we are apart! My love ! He stood at my right hand, His eyes were grave and sweet ; Methought he said :
Стр. 214 - The sodger from the wars returns, The sailor frae the main ; But I hae parted frae my love, Never to meet again, My dear ; Never to meet again. When day is gane and night is come, And a...
Стр. 176 - Luttrell, rector of Hawleigh." It was rather hard that you should allow the court newsman to be wiser than I.' Eager words of denial trembled on her lips, but before they could be spoken, pride silenced her. What ! he came to her in this ruthless fashion, came with his course resolved, and resigned her as coolly as if she were a prize not worth contesting. ' You have come here to — to give me up,' she said. ' I have resigned myself to circumstances. But would it not have been as well to be off...
Стр. 55 - Oh, never become acquainted with the other ! Two souls, alas, dwell in my breast : the one would fain separate itself from the other. The one clings, with persevering fondness, to the world, with organs like cramps of steel : the other lifts itself energetically from the mist to the realms of an exalted ancestry.
Стр. 157 - J'y regardais une place chérie, Tiède encor d'un baiser brûlant; Et je songeais comme la femme oublie, Et je sentais un lambeau de ma vie Qui se déchirait lentement.
Стр. 236 - I'm weary of my part. My torch is out; and the world stands before me Like a black desert at the approach of night : I'll lay me down, and stray no farther on.
Стр. 71 - Tis what he merits from us, yet th' attempt Were dangerous, he is still the people's idol. Marg. And so perhaps shall Marg'ret be ; applause Waits on success ; the fickle multitude, Like the light straw that floats along the stream, Glide with the current still and follow fortune.