Rina Cliffe: A Village CharacterSociety for Promoting Christian Knowledge, 1871 - 192 páginas |
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... morning when Squire Hardie said something about his coming home with his pockets lined . " Thank you kindly , ' says I , ' for transporting him ; convicts don't often come back better for their journey . ' THE CLOSED CASEMENT . 11.
... morning when Squire Hardie said something about his coming home with his pockets lined . " Thank you kindly , ' says I , ' for transporting him ; convicts don't often come back better for their journey . ' THE CLOSED CASEMENT . 11.
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... morning service never varied in its appointed hour , winter or summer . The deep - toned bell in the ivied steeple rang out its call to prayers , and at the stroke of seven the rector began the sentences . In the same constant order ...
... morning service never varied in its appointed hour , winter or summer . The deep - toned bell in the ivied steeple rang out its call to prayers , and at the stroke of seven the rector began the sentences . In the same constant order ...
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... morning during service , and you had given her some sharp words about it . Jos said it ' beat her ' to know how you found out what she was doing , for she had taken care not to dry them on the hedge . " " Ah , poor Susan ! careless ...
... morning during service , and you had given her some sharp words about it . Jos said it ' beat her ' to know how you found out what she was doing , for she had taken care not to dry them on the hedge . " " Ah , poor Susan ! careless ...
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... just been favoured with from Miss De l'Or Montague and her friend , with regard to that forty- minute discourse last Sunday morning . Such professions are made doubtful to my mind if they are THE FIRST FEW CRUMBS . 43.
... just been favoured with from Miss De l'Or Montague and her friend , with regard to that forty- minute discourse last Sunday morning . Such professions are made doubtful to my mind if they are THE FIRST FEW CRUMBS . 43.
Página 45
... morning , and it was simply a gradual dawn of grey cloud and misty light - I had given up all idea of sunshine , " Till eastward in the heav'n I saw at last the sign , O'er the far purple mountain a single silver line ; It broadened and ...
... morning , and it was simply a gradual dawn of grey cloud and misty light - I had given up all idea of sunshine , " Till eastward in the heav'n I saw at last the sign , O'er the far purple mountain a single silver line ; It broadened and ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
asked beautiful Bessie Vale Black Milly bright brother Nigel called child Christmas Christmas eve church Cliffe's comfort Conway's cottage cousin cousin Olive cross dare say dark dear door face fancy Farheath father feel gave give glad happy Hayford Hazelmere hear heard heart holly hope Jacket Joan Price Joyce Archer laid letter lichen Linda Conway Linda smiled Lisbeth listen look lych-gate mamma Martha Lloyd Martin Price merry mind Miss Linda Miss Percy mood morning mother never Nigel Gresley Oakley Olive Gresley Olive's once Owen Cliffe papa parish peace pleasant Poor Rina quiet quietly racter rector remarked Linda replied Linda replied Olive Rina Cliffe Rina's Robin seemed sing song Southern speak Squire Hardie stood suppose sure sweet tell temper thee thing thought took treasured turned Verina village voice window Winstanley wonder words
Passagens conhecidas
Página 49 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Página 151 - And ye, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way, With painful steps and slow, — Look now, for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing : O rest beside the weary road And hear the angels sing!
Página 139 - Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamour and evil-speaking be put away from you, with all malice ; and be ye kind one to another,, tender-hearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you.
Página 68 - I may rest in thee, and fully pacify and quiet my heart in thee! " For thou, Lord, art the very true peace of heart and the perfect rest of the soul, and without thee all things be grievous and unquiet.
Página 28 - ... the Christianity we have been brought up in, and one hears no echoes of it in the sects and Churches of Christendom. In boyhood I used to listen to a favourite hymn of the camp-meetings in Virginia, which now sounds to my ear a chanted fairy-tale. Christ was born in Bethlehem (thrice repeated) And in a manger laid. The Jews crucified him, And nailed him to a tree. Joseph begged his body And laid it in a tomb. The third day he rose again To reign at God's right hand. And so on.
Página 45 - ... longs he for the light ! He counts the hours, that linger Heavy with clouds and rain, And a great weight of darkness Lies on his fevered brain : He hears the loud clock ticking, And the owl hoot afar, While glimmers the pale night-light, And fades the midnight star ; Till eastward in the Heaven He sees at last the sign — O'er the far purple mountain A single silver line. It broadens, and it deepens To a sea of red and gold, With clouds of rosy amber Around its glory rolled ; Till each pane...
Página 5 - Tis Hope that makes thee at my casement stand, 'Tis Faith that bids thee fly into my hand. Thou lookest in my face with eyes of cheer That win me in affliction not to weep ; A voice in thy mute sympathy I hear,
Página 45 - Lies on his fevered brain. He hears the loud clock ticking, And the owl hoot afar ; While glimmers the pale night-light, And fades the midnight star ; Till eastward in the Heaven He sees at last the sign, — O'er the far purple mountain A single silver line. It broadens and it deepens To a sea of red and gold, With clouds of rosy amber Around its glory rolled. Till each pane of his window Is silvered o'er and o'er, And lines of golden arrows Lie on the dusky floor. The sick soul lieth weary In the...
Página 135 - I hope this finds you well, as it leaves me, but very unhappy.
Página 108 - Ah, thou moon that shinest Argent clear above, All night long enlighten