Mary Barton: A Tale of Manchester Life, Volume 2B. Tauchnitz, 1849 - 423 páginas |
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... hope . The look of death was too clear upon her face . Still , when he heard one or two unusual noises , the thought burst on him that it might only be a trance , a fit , a — he did not well know what , but not death ! Oh , not death ...
... hope . The look of death was too clear upon her face . Still , when he heard one or two unusual noises , the thought burst on him that it might only be a trance , a fit , a — he did not well know what , but not death ! Oh , not death ...
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... hope to go home again before it please God to take me . I used to try and save money enough to go for a week when I was in service ; but first one thing came , and then another . First , missis's children fell ill of the measles , just ...
... hope to go home again before it please God to take me . I used to try and save money enough to go for a week when I was in service ; but first one thing came , and then another . First , missis's children fell ill of the measles , just ...
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... hope you'll take to one another . " As the girls ran up the cellar steps together , Margaret said : " Just step in , and see grandfather . I should like him to see you . " And Mary consented . CHAPTER V. " Learned he was ; nor bird ...
... hope you'll take to one another . " As the girls ran up the cellar steps together , Margaret said : " Just step in , and see grandfather . I should like him to see you . " And Mary consented . CHAPTER V. " Learned he was ; nor bird ...
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... hope ; he would not give it up , for it seemed like giving up life to give up thought of Mary . He did not dare to look to any end of all this ; the present , so that he saw her , touched the hem of her garment , was enough . Surely ...
... hope ; he would not give it up , for it seemed like giving up life to give up thought of Mary . He did not dare to look to any end of all this ; the present , so that he saw her , touched the hem of her garment , was enough . Surely ...
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A Tale of Manchester Life Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. He would not relinquish hope , and yet her coldness of manner was enough to daunt any man ; and it made Jem more despairing than he would acknowledge for a long time even to himself ...
A Tale of Manchester Life Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. He would not relinquish hope , and yet her coldness of manner was enough to daunt any man ; and it made Jem more despairing than he would acknowledge for a long time even to himself ...
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afore Alice Alice Wilson Ancoats answer asked Mary Aunt Esther babby began bless Bridgenorth Brummagem Carsons Charley Jones child comfort Davenport dead dear death door dread Esther eyes face father fear feeling fell felt getten girl give Gloppened gone hand happy Harry Carsons head hear heard heart hope innocent Jack Harris Jane Wilson Jem Wilson Jem's Job Legh John Barton knew Lancashire listen live Liverpool looked Manchester Margaret Mary Barton Mary's masters mind minute Miss Simmonds missis morning mother murderer never night nought once poor round Sally seemed silent sleep sorrow speak spoke stood street sure talking tears tell thee there's thing thou thought told took turned voice walk watching wench wife wished woman words young
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Página 420 - 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 10 - We're their slaves as long as we can work ; we pile up their fortunes with the sweat of our brows, and yet we are to live as separate as if we were in two worlds ; ay, as separate as Dives and Lazarus, with a great gulf betwixt us : but I know who was best off then,'' and he wound up his speech with a low chuckle that had no mirth in it.
Página 191 - No education had given him wisdom; and without wisdom, even love, with all its effects, too often works but harm. He acted to the best of his judgment, but it was a widely-erring judgment. The actions of the uneducated seem to me typified in those of Frankenstein, that monster of many human qualities, ungifted with a soul, a knowledge of the difference between good and evil.
Página 363 - 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 237 - 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 still the same Life-stifling fear, soul-stifling shame.
Página 320 - 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 141 - Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die? Or canst thou break that heart of his, Whase only faut is loving thee ? If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least be pity to me shown ! A thought ungentle canna be The thought o
Página 206 - While the men had stood grouped near the door, on their first entrance, Mr. Harry Carson had taken out his silver pencil, and had drawn an admirable caricature of them — lank, ragged, dispirited, and famine-stricken. Underneath he wrote a hasty quotation from the fat knight's well-known speech in Henry IV.
Página 1 - Whether the bitter complaints made by them, of the neglect which they experienced from the prosperous — especially from the masters whose fortunes they had helped to build up— were well-founded or no, it is not for me to judge.
Página 156 - THE MAID'S LAMENT. I loved him not ; and yet now he is gone I feel I am alone. I check'd him while he spoke ; yet could he speak Alas ! I would not check. For reasons not to love him once I sought, And wearied all my thought To vex myself and him : I now would give My love could he but live Who lately lived for me, and when he found Twas vain, in holy ground He hid his face amid the shades of death. I waste for him my breath Who wasted his for me : but mine returns, And this...