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... spirit morsels of comfort , as she could bear them . " Up to the hills for strength , " seemed singing itself along the chords of her soul , and her crushed spirit was becoming wondrous hale and brave , as it climbed on eagle's wings ...
... spirit morsels of comfort , as she could bear them . " Up to the hills for strength , " seemed singing itself along the chords of her soul , and her crushed spirit was becoming wondrous hale and brave , as it climbed on eagle's wings ...
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... spirit gathers at times , wondrous strength as it throws off its earth mantle , to plunge in the swelling tide of the dark river . While Mrs. Trap is singing her sorrow to sleep , like a sobbing child , Miss Prudence acts ; she ...
... spirit gathers at times , wondrous strength as it throws off its earth mantle , to plunge in the swelling tide of the dark river . While Mrs. Trap is singing her sorrow to sleep , like a sobbing child , Miss Prudence acts ; she ...
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... spirits . chased that day , an elegant coiffure , mouchoir , and brocade . They were all bargains - she had saved enough on these ar- ticles to pay for the poor man's coffin . It was evening- Mr. Pridefit had gone out to draw up a will ...
... spirits . chased that day , an elegant coiffure , mouchoir , and brocade . They were all bargains - she had saved enough on these ar- ticles to pay for the poor man's coffin . It was evening- Mr. Pridefit had gone out to draw up a will ...
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... spirit from within , but burst open the thumb of her tightly - fitting new white kid . " The girl must be asleep , " she exclaimed . " I'll give her one good shaking when I get hold of her , for keeping me waiting till I am tired to ...
... spirit from within , but burst open the thumb of her tightly - fitting new white kid . " The girl must be asleep , " she exclaimed . " I'll give her one good shaking when I get hold of her , for keeping me waiting till I am tired to ...
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... spirit till it frets and fumes and irritates itself into a kind of madness , foaming with sud- den rage , and writhing with impetuous pain . Let the kind voices of our good old grandmothers still echo in our ears , Handsome is that ...
... spirit till it frets and fumes and irritates itself into a kind of madness , foaming with sud- den rage , and writhing with impetuous pain . Let the kind voices of our good old grandmothers still echo in our ears , Handsome is that ...
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beau ideal beautiful bell better Bible breath Bridget Broadway called child clavicle cravat daguerreotypes dark doctor dollars door Douglass dream dress elegant exclaimed eyes face feel Florence Elliott flowers Frank Carleyn Frank reads ghosts girl give hand head hear heard heart John Trap Kate Howard keep kind knew lady leyn life's light live looked marriage married Miss Charity Miss Prudence morning mother Nepenthe Stuart Nepenthe's neuralgia never Nicholson night once opera cloak parlor passed picture poor portrait Pridefit radiant rake and scrape Selwyn sermon sing sleep smile sorrow soul spirit stairs stars strange sure talk tears tell there's thing thought Titus tone Trap's violets voice Vole walked watch Wendon whisper wife William Nicholson window wish woman wonder words young
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Page 158 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Page 261 - Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind, Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come ! 5 Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve.
Page 275 - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volleyed and thundered...
Page 252 - In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran, Over the brink of it, — Picture it, think of it, Dissolute Man ! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
Page 3 - We get no good By being ungenerous, even to a book, And calculating profits . . so much help By so much reading. It is rather when We gloriously forget ourselves, and plunge Soul-forward, headlong, into a book's profound, Impassioned for its beauty and salt of truth — 'Tis then we get the right good from a book.
Page 256 - The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears ; And weary hours of woe and pain '. Are promises of happier years.
Page 261 - Just as I am (Thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down), Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come...
Page 307 - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. If on our daily course our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice.
Page 260 - The sun shall be no more thy light by day; neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee : but the Lord shall be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy God thy glory.
Page 270 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.