The parson and the poor, Volume 2;Volume 4881859 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
answered asked aunt Beatrice Vane Beatrice's beauty Berkeley better bosom bright eyes brother carriage Charles Charles Herbert Charlie's cheek child cold cousin Vane cried dear Ernest dear Vane dearest death door drawing-room dress Emily Ernest Ravenshaw Esther eyes face father fear feel felt girl glad grave hand handsome happy Hazelwood Hall head heard heart Henry Stanhope hope husband Jerry Dawson kindly Lady of Hazelwood laugh leave lips look MARY HOWITT mind Miss Tomkins Miss Vane morning mother never night noble noble lady old woman pale passed passion poor pray proud quiet racter Rector replied Beatrice side sigh sister smile sorry speak spoke strong suppose sure sweet tears tell thank thought to-day told tone trembled Trissy turned Vane Herbert Vane's village voice Waklyn whispered wife Windermere wish words young
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Página 68 - With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod, And spread the furrow for the seed we sow ; This is the field and Acre of our God, This is the place, where human harvests grow ! TO THE RIVER CHARLES.
Página 219 - And so thro' those dark gates across the wild That no man knows. Indeed I love thee : come, Yield thyself up : my hopes and thine are one : Accomplish thou my manhood and thyself; Lay thy sweet hands in mine and trust to me.
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