The Family friend [ed. by R.K. Philp]., المجلد 5Robert Kemp Philp |
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... sister , should be here preparing breakfast like any old nurse for this little child , who is lying fast asleep in my cloak , However , she is as good a little creature as ever lived , and I should be made of stone if I did not love her ...
... sister , should be here preparing breakfast like any old nurse for this little child , who is lying fast asleep in my cloak , However , she is as good a little creature as ever lived , and I should be made of stone if I did not love her ...
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... sister may be Madame , " said the king , who had wrong , my dear child , and I fear to mislead was deus i 4 12 Here is the medal ; I always wear it . The paper is in the possession of Madame Campan ; and merely contains a statement of ...
... sister may be Madame , " said the king , who had wrong , my dear child , and I fear to mislead was deus i 4 12 Here is the medal ; I always wear it . The paper is in the possession of Madame Campan ; and merely contains a statement of ...
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... sister , who with the remainder made up my mind that I was to die , and of her family had perished at Saragossa . lie there in a winding - sheet of snow . I had " And now , my dearest niece , " added he , offered , as I thought , my ...
... sister , who with the remainder made up my mind that I was to die , and of her family had perished at Saragossa . lie there in a winding - sheet of snow . I had " And now , my dearest niece , " added he , offered , as I thought , my ...
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... sister to make me a little wash - leather bag , T which I filled with lard ; the result was as above described . I hope you will insert this in your Friend , and if only for that , it will prove a real friend to those troubled with ...
... sister to make me a little wash - leather bag , T which I filled with lard ; the result was as above described . I hope you will insert this in your Friend , and if only for that , it will prove a real friend to those troubled with ...
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... sister , my home became destitute of female companionship for me . Your quiet Aunt Lucy was then of strong and pas- sionate temperament , loving deeply all who felt affection for her , and ever yearning to be the object of love . I ...
... sister , my home became destitute of female companionship for me . Your quiet Aunt Lucy was then of strong and pas- sionate temperament , loving deeply all who felt affection for her , and ever yearning to be the object of love . I ...
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الصفحة 28 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tomb-stone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow...
الصفحة 205 - The trees of the Lord are full of sap ; the cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted; where the birds make their nests: as for the stork, the fir trees are her house. The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats; and the rocks for the conies.
الصفحة 320 - A little neglect may breed great mischief; for want of a nail the shoe was lost ; for want of a shoe the horse was lost ; and for want of a horse the rider was lost,' being overtaken and slain by the enemy ; all for want of a little care about a horse-shoe nail.
الصفحة 192 - Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man. We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.
الصفحة 164 - Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
الصفحة 307 - All crimes shall cease, and ancient fraud shall fail ; Returning Justice lift aloft her scale ; Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend, And white-robed Innocence from heaven descend.
الصفحة 87 - Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
الصفحة 315 - Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
الصفحة 24 - Indians once brought me,' says she, ' before I knew that they shone by night, a number of these lantern flies, which I shut up in a large wooden box. In the night they made such a noise that I awoke in a fright, and ordered a light to be brought, not knowing from whence the noise proceeded.
الصفحة 164 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...