Wild Nell: The White Mountain GirlSheldon, 1860 - 293 páginas |
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Página 48
... sorrow shall quickly follow , " muttered Esther whose ear caught the sound of his mirth , just was entering the hut . " What's that you said , my good woman ? " Walter , beckoning her towards him . " Leave folly to fools , but be thou ...
... sorrow shall quickly follow , " muttered Esther whose ear caught the sound of his mirth , just was entering the hut . " What's that you said , my good woman ? " Walter , beckoning her towards him . " Leave folly to fools , but be thou ...
Página 90
... sorrow ? " 66 Are you mad ! have you gone crazy , to talk thus to me ? I have no friend - I am but a miserable outcast from God and man ; " and the woman sank her face upon her hands despondingly . " Oh ! say not so , Mrs. Cram ! none ...
... sorrow ? " 66 Are you mad ! have you gone crazy , to talk thus to me ? I have no friend - I am but a miserable outcast from God and man ; " and the woman sank her face upon her hands despondingly . " Oh ! say not so , Mrs. Cram ! none ...
Página 92
... sorrow ; tell me your story , that I may know how to soothe you ; confide in me , as in a sister who yearns to lead you out your darkness . " of Esther Cram raised her face , still convulsively work- ing with deep emotion . A FEARFUL ...
... sorrow ; tell me your story , that I may know how to soothe you ; confide in me , as in a sister who yearns to lead you out your darkness . " of Esther Cram raised her face , still convulsively work- ing with deep emotion . A FEARFUL ...
Página 95
... sorrow , nor crying , neither shall there be any more pain . ” " I could read to you many more such passages , " said Mrs. Jepson , closing the book ; " the word of God is full of them ; how then can you say there is no here- after ...
... sorrow , nor crying , neither shall there be any more pain . ” " I could read to you many more such passages , " said Mrs. Jepson , closing the book ; " the word of God is full of them ; how then can you say there is no here- after ...
Página 96
... sorrow could ever cross her path . But they came ; first , when her beloved father lay still and cold in his shroud before her then , as , with an aching heart , she watched her mother's pale face grow daily paler and thinner , till she ...
... sorrow could ever cross her path . But they came ; first , when her beloved father lay still and cold in his shroud before her then , as , with an aching heart , she watched her mother's pale face grow daily paler and thinner , till she ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
agin an't asked beautiful beneath Betsy better bless breast breath bright cheek child Cicely Cicy Cram's cried dark dear Doctor door dream earnestness earth Esther Cram Everson replied exclaimed eyes face fair lady fear feel flashed forget fortune-teller gaze Gim-i-ni glance glorious hand happy head heart heaven honor hope hour hour of triumph husband John John Hawkins kind lady laughing light lips look Lyddy mammy mind Miss Morrison Molly mother mountain girl Murray Nell's Nellie Nellie's never night noble nothin once poor poor mountain pride RETRIBUTIVE JUSTICE scarcely scene seemed sister smil smile sorrow soul spirit spoke stood strange sure tan't tears tell thee thing thou thought tone truth turned Twas uttered voice Walter Everson watched Waters replied whispered White Mountains wife wild Wild Nell woman wonder words young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 146 - For, behold, the day cometh, that shall burn as an oven ; and all the proud, yea, and all that do wickedly, shall be stubble ; and the day that cometh shall burn them up, saith the Lord of hosts, that it shall leave them neither root nor branch.
Página 79 - Moreover, something is or seems, That touches me with mystic gleams, Like glimpses of forgotten dreams — 'Of something felt, like something here; Of something done, I know not where; Such as no language may declare.
Página 11 - Of rude access, of prospect wild, Where, tangled round the jealous steep, Strange shades o'erbrow the valleys deep...
Página 171 - BELIEVE not that your inner eye Can ever in just measure try The worth of Hours as they go by : For every man's weak self, alas ! Makes him to see them, while they pass, As through a dim or tinted glass : But if in earnest care you would Mete out to each its part of good, Trust rather to your after-mood.
Página 161 - WHOM first we love, you know, we seldom wed. Time rules us all. And Life, indeed, is not The thing we planned it out ere hope was dead. And then, we women cannot choose our lot. Much must be borne which it is hard to bear : Much given away which it were sweet to keep.
Página 191 - WHAT joyful harvester did e'er obtain The sweet fruition of his hopeful gain, Till he in hardy labors first had passed The summer's heat and stormy winter's blast ? A sable night returns a shining morrow, And days of joy ensue sad nights of sorrow ; The way to bliss lies not on beds of down, And he that had no cross deserves no crown.
Página 139 - A native grace Sat fair-proportion'd on her polish'd limbs, Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire, * Beyond the pomp of dress ; for loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is, when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.
Página 283 - Be it like summer ; may they find Bliss, beauty, hope, where'er they roam ; Be it like winter, when confined, Peace, comfort, happiness at home. Like day and night, — sweet interchange Of care, enjoyment, action, rest ; Absence nor coldness e'er estrange Hearts by unfailing love possest.
Página 139 - Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire, * Beyond the pomp of dress ; for loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is, when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most. Thoughtless of beauty, she was beauty's self, Recluse amid the close-embowering woods.
Página 95 - And many of them which sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to everlasting shame and contempt.