The Family friend [ed. by R.K. Philp]., المجلد 5Robert Kemp Philp |
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الصفحة 14
... thought of everything . " " At all events , Mary , there are materials enough to occupy you for some time . But string itself is covered alternately with white and black stitches . " " Quite right . We will call these black half ...
... thought of everything . " " At all events , Mary , there are materials enough to occupy you for some time . But string itself is covered alternately with white and black stitches . " " Quite right . We will call these black half ...
الصفحة 16
... thought and care upon it ; for it is not the value of a present , but its being really a proof of affectionate remembrance which renders it valuable to the receiver . And now that I perceive you are interested in the work I have ...
... thought and care upon it ; for it is not the value of a present , but its being really a proof of affectionate remembrance which renders it valuable to the receiver . And now that I perceive you are interested in the work I have ...
الصفحة 20
... thought , lived , suffered ; the first dream of youth ; the stern repose after the struggle with fate ! I sacrificed all - I spared not even the spark of life ; and I thought , when the work was finished , the laurel would at least deck ...
... thought , lived , suffered ; the first dream of youth ; the stern repose after the struggle with fate ! I sacrificed all - I spared not even the spark of life ; and I thought , when the work was finished , the laurel would at least deck ...
الصفحة 40
... thought him very agreeable . " " That's one of the Traceys ' girls he's enticed to dance , ain't it ? " was the next specimen of the Captain's conversational powers . " Yes , I believe he is dancing with Miss Tracey . I know very few ...
... thought him very agreeable . " " That's one of the Traceys ' girls he's enticed to dance , ain't it ? " was the next specimen of the Captain's conversational powers . " Yes , I believe he is dancing with Miss Tracey . I know very few ...
الصفحة 46
... thought that this singular noise , if it proceeded from any supernatural agency , should have some meaning ; and it was at length suggested that an alphabet should be placed in the hands of some spectator , as a means of in ...
... thought that this singular noise , if it proceeded from any supernatural agency , should have some meaning ; and it was at length suggested that an alphabet should be placed in the hands of some spectator , as a means of in ...
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الصفحة 31 - Look not upon me, because I am black, Because the sun hath looked upon me: My mother's children were angry with me ; They made me the keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept.
الصفحة 52 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
الصفحة 191 - With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries ; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise ; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes : Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
الصفحة 59 - Despair at me doth throw. 0 make in me those civil wars to cease: 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf...
الصفحة 90 - Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish' eye, While the bee with honeyed thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring, With such consort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feathered sleep...
الصفحة 327 - My blessin' and my pride! There's nothin' left to care for now, Since my poor Mary died. Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary, That still kept hoping on, When the trust in God had left my soul, And my arm's young strength was gone; There was comfort ever on your lip, And the kind look on your brow I bless you, Mary, for that same, Though you cannot hear me now.
الصفحة 327 - I'll not forget you, darling, In the land I'm goin' to : They say there's bread and work for all, And the sun shines always there— But I'll not forget old Ireland, Were it fifty times as fair...
الصفحة 327 - Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary, That still kept hoping on, When the trust in God had left my soul, And my arm's young strength was gone ; There was comfort ever on your lip, And the kind look on your brow — I bless you, Mary, for that same, Though you cannot hear me now. I thank you for the patient smile When your heart was fit to break, When the hunger pain was gnawin...
الصفحة 172 - IF I had but two little wings, And were a little feathery bird, To you I'd fly, my dear ! But thoughts like these are idle things, And I stay here.
الصفحة 81 - In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower, The spectral owl doth dwell; Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour, But at dusk he's abroad and well! Not a bird of the forest e'er mates with him; All mock him outright by day; But at night, when the woods grow still and dim, The boldest will shrink away!