The Home friend, a weekly miscellany of amusement and instruction, Volumen 2 |
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... nearly threw down his neighbour , Mr. Welsh , who was passing by at the moment . " Why ! what is the matter ? " demanded Mr. Welsh . No answer was returned . Mr. Weston had not even heard the question ; he was intently devouring the ...
... nearly threw down his neighbour , Mr. Welsh , who was passing by at the moment . " Why ! what is the matter ? " demanded Mr. Welsh . No answer was returned . Mr. Weston had not even heard the question ; he was intently devouring the ...
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... nearly two years in the family of Lord Elsdale , in the capacity of private tutor to his sons . He had been strongly recommended to him as a young man in whom the most implicit confidence might be placed , and as such he had entered his ...
... nearly two years in the family of Lord Elsdale , in the capacity of private tutor to his sons . He had been strongly recommended to him as a young man in whom the most implicit confidence might be placed , and as such he had entered his ...
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... nearly occurred to him . As he and Charles were descending a declivity , the foot of the latter slipped ; his gun , which was loaded , fell to the ground , and discharged its contents so near Henry , that a portion of his hat was ...
... nearly occurred to him . As he and Charles were descending a declivity , the foot of the latter slipped ; his gun , which was loaded , fell to the ground , and discharged its contents so near Henry , that a portion of his hat was ...
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... nearly high enough to stand upright in , was re- dolent of tar , grease , fusty clothes , mouldy biscuits , and a score of other unendurable odours combined , which those only can imagine who , like me , have been the tenants of a ...
... nearly high enough to stand upright in , was re- dolent of tar , grease , fusty clothes , mouldy biscuits , and a score of other unendurable odours combined , which those only can imagine who , like me , have been the tenants of a ...
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... nearly three years . A little land - bird flew from one to the other , and then towards us , seemingly seeking a resting - place , but without alighting . I took it to be one of the Sylvia . Them and the Hole in the Wall we soon left ...
... nearly three years . A little land - bird flew from one to the other , and then towards us , seemingly seeking a resting - place , but without alighting . I took it to be one of the Sylvia . Them and the Hole in the Wall we soon left ...
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Página 450 - Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose All these fair ranks of trees.
Página 322 - For the Lord shall comfort Zion: he will comfort all her waste places; and he will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the Lord; joy and gladness shall be found therein, thanksgiving, and the voice of melody.
Página 451 - Report not. No fantastic carvings show The boast of our vain race to change the form Of thy fair works. But thou art here — thou fill'st The solitude. Thou art in the soft winds That run along the summit of these trees In music ; — thou art in the cooler breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee.
Página 152 - If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows that thou wouldst forget, If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills ! — No tears Dim the sweet look that nature wears.
Página 404 - Or like the sun, or like the shade, Or like the gourd which Jonas had; Even such is man, whose thread is spun, Drawn out, and cut, and so is done. The rose withers, the blossom blasteth, The flower fades, the morning hasteth, The sun sets, the shadow flies, The gourd consumes, and man — he dies!
Página 202 - ... bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us, — rest, thou art weary and worn...
Página 202 - I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Página 203 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Página 408 - I take my subjects' money, when I want it, without all this formality of parliament?" The bishop of Durham readily answered, "God forbid, Sir, but you should: you are the breath of our nostrils." Whereupon the King turned and said to the bishop of Winchester, "Well, my Lord, what say you?" "Sir," replied the bishop, "I have no skill to judge of parliamentary cases.
Página 135 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.