Looking Backward: Or, Fragments from a Checkered Life. My Life Story--condensedJ. E. Handshaw, 1923 - 332 páginas |
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... fine large trees still standing near the old place . In this book a number of half tone engravings , taken from original photographs will be displayed . There are a great variety , including not only pictures of friends and places at ...
... fine large trees still standing near the old place . In this book a number of half tone engravings , taken from original photographs will be displayed . There are a great variety , including not only pictures of friends and places at ...
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... Fine fruits , apples , pears , plums , grapes , etc. To this place , Mr. Ketcham and his family moved . His father and mother quite elderly people , made their home with them . Mr. Ketcham , evidently knew but little about farming , so ...
... Fine fruits , apples , pears , plums , grapes , etc. To this place , Mr. Ketcham and his family moved . His father and mother quite elderly people , made their home with them . Mr. Ketcham , evidently knew but little about farming , so ...
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... the night , a weasel , as we suppose , had dug through a snow bank and had gotten into the hen house , and had killed several of our fine hens . Uncle Benja was not at the wedding , being in MOVING IN OUR NEW HOME 41.
... the night , a weasel , as we suppose , had dug through a snow bank and had gotten into the hen house , and had killed several of our fine hens . Uncle Benja was not at the wedding , being in MOVING IN OUR NEW HOME 41.
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... fine pond near the house . I wish you could keep it through the Summer . Sup- pose you try and see what you can do toward keep- ing it . The city is a dirty place at present . If you could see it now , I am sure you would not want to ...
... fine pond near the house . I wish you could keep it through the Summer . Sup- pose you try and see what you can do toward keep- ing it . The city is a dirty place at present . If you could see it now , I am sure you would not want to ...
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... fine time of it , I assure you . I must stop scribbling for the present for this piece of paper is about filled up , so good - night James . Take good care of things at home , for Your Uncle Benja . Well the first day of April , 1868 ...
... fine time of it , I assure you . I must stop scribbling for the present for this piece of paper is about filled up , so good - night James . Take good care of things at home , for Your Uncle Benja . Well the first day of April , 1868 ...
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Página 318 - Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Página 52 - Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They will not keep you standing at that door. Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? Of labour you shall find the sum. Will there be beds for me and all who seek? Yea, beds for all who come.
Página 63 - And some approach the threshold whose looks are blank with fear. And some whose temples brighten with joy in drawing near, As if they saw dear faces, and caught the gracious eye Of Him, the Sinless Teacher, who came for us to die.
Página 11 - BACKWARD, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-night ! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore ; Kiss from my forhead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair ; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep ; — Rock me to sleep...
Página 166 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond the reign of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath. Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward and expire.
Página 55 - WATCHMAN, tell us of the night, What its signs of promise are. Traveller, o'er yon mountain's height See that glory-beaming star ! Watchman, does its beauteous ray Aught of hope or joy foretell ? Traveller, yes ; it brings the day, Promised day of Israel. 2 Watchman, tell us of the night ; Higher yet that star ascends.
Página 288 - And this know, that if the goodman of the house had known what hour the thief would come, he would have watched, and not have suffered his house to be broken through. 40 Be ye therefore ready also: for the Son of man cometh at an hour when ye think not.
Página 11 - ROCK ME TO SLEEP BACKWARD, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again, just for to-night! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, — rock me to sleep!
Página 98 - Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Página 176 - We all within our graves shall sleep A hundred years to come ! No living soul for us will weep, A hundred years to come...