Mary Barton [by E.C. Gaskell]. |
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... innocent child - like spirit since . Mary found a red - spotted pocket - handkerchief , and put it into the hand , which sought about for something to wipe away the trickling tears . She took it , with a gentle murmur . " Thank you ...
... innocent child - like spirit since . Mary found a red - spotted pocket - handkerchief , and put it into the hand , which sought about for something to wipe away the trickling tears . She took it , with a gentle murmur . " Thank you ...
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... innocence with her last dying breath . " She stopped more from exhaustion than want of words . Mary spoke , but in so changed and choked a voice that the old woman almost started . It seemed as if some third person must be in the room ...
... innocence with her last dying breath . " She stopped more from exhaustion than want of words . Mary spoke , but in so changed and choked a voice that the old woman almost started . It seemed as if some third person must be in the room ...
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... innocent as the babe unborn . Thou'lt have much to answer for if he's hung . Thou'lt have my death too at thy door ! " Harsh as these words seem , she spoke them in a milder tone of voice than she had yet used . But the idea of Jem on ...
... innocent as the babe unborn . Thou'lt have much to answer for if he's hung . Thou'lt have my death too at thy door ! " Harsh as these words seem , she spoke them in a milder tone of voice than she had yet used . But the idea of Jem on ...
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... innocence , if they hang thee , my lad , I will lie down and die ! " She sobbed aloud with bitter consciousness of the She cried more fearful chance awaiting her child . passionately still . Mary roused herself up . " Oh , let me stay ...
... innocence , if they hang thee , my lad , I will lie down and die ! " She sobbed aloud with bitter consciousness of the She cried more fearful chance awaiting her child . passionately still . Mary roused herself up . " Oh , let me stay ...
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... innocence from which she was shut out ; how she would work , and toil , and starve , and die , if necessary , for a husband , a home , -for child- ren , —but that thought she could not bear ; a little form rose up , stern in its innocence ...
... innocence from which she was shut out ; how she would work , and toil , and starve , and die , if necessary , for a husband , a home , -for child- ren , —but that thought she could not bear ; a little form rose up , stern in its innocence ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
alibi Alice Ancoats answer asked aunt Aunt Esther blessing Bridgenorth Carson Charley Charley Jones Cheshire child comfort court Davenport dead dear death door dread Esther eyes face father fear feeling felt getten girl give Gloppened gone hand Harry Carson head heard heart hope human voice innocent Jane Wilson Jem Wilson Jem's Job Legh John Barton John Cropper Kirkdale knew listened Liverpool looked Manchester Margaret Mary Barton Mary's mind Miss Simmonds morning mother murderer never night nought nurse once policeman poor racter replied round sail Sally seemed sight silence sleep Sophy sorrow speak spoke stood street Sturgis sure talking tears tell thee thing thou thou'rt thought to-morrow told tone took trial truth turned voice watching wench wish woman words young
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Página 305 - Touch us gently, Time ! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently, — as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream ! Humble voyagers are We, Husband, wife, and children three — (One is lost, — an angel, fled To the azure overhead ! ) Touch us gently, Time! We've not proud nor soaring wings : Our ambition, our content Lies in simple things. Humble voyagers are We, O'er Life's dim unsounded sea, Seeking only some calm clime : — Touch us gently, gentle Time ! EBENEZER ELLIOTT.
Página 68 - There was a listening fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun; As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up.
Página 21 - Fantastic passions ! maddening brawl ! And shame and terror over all ! Deeds to be hid which were not hid, Which all confused I could not know, Whether I suffered, or I did : For all seemed guilt, remorse or woe, My own or others...
Página 311 - For as the heaven is high above the earth, so great is His mercy toward them that fear Him. As far as the east is from the west, so far hath He removed our transgressions from us.
Página 216 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Página 148 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Página 117 - Something there was — what, none presumed to say; Clouds lightly passing on a smiling day, — Whispers and hints which went from ear to ear, And mix'd reports no judge on earth could clear.
Página 266 - ... of the hearing of all loving words —out of my sight for ever. He was my sunshine, and now it is night! Oh, my God! comfort me, comfort me !" cried the old man, aloud. The eyes of John Barton grew dim with tears. Rich and poor, masters and men, were then brothers in the deep suffering of the heart...
Página 297 - it's hard to say : John Barton was not a man to take counsel with people; nor did he make many words about his doings. So I can only judge from his way of thinking and talking in general, never having heard him breathe a syllable concerning this matter in particular. You see he were sadly put about to make great riches and great poverty square with Christ's Gospel...
Página 200 - And who was he, the questioner, that he should dare so lightly to ask of her heart's secrets ? That he should dare to ask her to tell, before that multitude assembled there, what woman usually whispers with blushes and tears, and many hesitations, to one ear alone...