The Lost Daughter: And Other Stories of the HeartT.B. Peterson and Brothers, 1857 - 308 páginas |
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The Lost Daughter, and Other Stories of the Heart, Volumen 11 Caroline Lee Hentz Vista completa - 1870 |
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arms asked Aunt Patty beautiful Bessy Bessy's Blanche bless bloom bosom breath bright brother brow Butler CAROLINE LEE HENTZ Charles Lever charming cheek child Clarence cloth cold countenance cried dark daughter dear dream dress Edmund Emma Estelle Eugene Sue exclaimed eyes face Father Angelo fear feel felt flowers folds Frank G. W. M. Reynolds gaze girl glowing Grace grave hand happy head heart heaven hermit Homer knew lady laughing Laura lips live looked MARTIN CHUZZLEWIT Miss Mitty mother Naomi never night Nora octavo pale paper cover passion Patty's Price One Dollar racter replied rose round Sakamaw seemed Selwyn side sister SKETCHES BY BOZ smile soft soul spirit stranger sweet tears tell tender thee thing thou thought trembling Valentine Vox Victorine Vivian voice volume walk William Harrison Ainsworth wonder Worth young youth
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Página 196 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Página 186 - The wind rose high, — but with it rose Her voice, that he might hear : Perchance that dark hour brought repose To happy bosoms near ; While she sat striving with despair Beside his tortured form, And pouring her deep soul in prayer Forth on the rushing storm.
Página 31 - Again, ye have heard that it hath been said by them of old time, Thou shalt not forswear thyself, but shalt perform unto the Lord thine oaths : but I say unto you, Swear not at all : neither by heaven ; for it is God's throne : nor by the earth ; for it is his footstool...
Página 308 - Two volumes, paper cover. Price One Dollar ; or bound in one volume, cloth, for $1.25.
Página 49 - And another angel came out of the temple* crying with a loud voice to him that sat on the cloud, Thrust in thy sickle, and reap : for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe. 16 And he that sat on the cloud thrust in his sickle on the earth ; and the earth was reaped.
Página 103 - I know thou descendest in mercy and love : All chill as thou art, yet benign is thy birth, As the dew that impearls the green bosom of Earth. And I've thought, as I've seen thy tremulous spray, Soft curling like mist, on the branches lay, In bright relief on the dark blue sky, That thou meltedst in grief when the sun came nigh.
Página 103 - ... is above in the depths of the sky In the hollow of God's own hand we lie — We are fair, we are pure, our birth is 'divine — Say, what can we know of thee, or of thine?