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الصفحة 7
... feeling can be hidden . It is not a very difficult task to deceive our parents or our fellows ; but , let me ask you , how shall we hope to deceive God ? ' Dark Dick , ' I fear , gave but little thought to this solemn matter . He ...
... feeling can be hidden . It is not a very difficult task to deceive our parents or our fellows ; but , let me ask you , how shall we hope to deceive God ? ' Dark Dick , ' I fear , gave but little thought to this solemn matter . He ...
الصفحة 13
... feel like one O'er whom a dreamy spell is cast , Drunk with enchanted wine . ' T is of the enchanter's nightshade that the poet speaks in this verse ; and one might suppose , from the name , that it was renowned for its magi- cal uses ...
... feel like one O'er whom a dreamy spell is cast , Drunk with enchanted wine . ' T is of the enchanter's nightshade that the poet speaks in this verse ; and one might suppose , from the name , that it was renowned for its magi- cal uses ...
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... feeling something , said , " Is that the shilling ? The very identical gintleman ! What's this ? " he suddenly asked , as he put his hand on Wilfred's watch . " Is it gold ? " " Oh , yes , " said Wilfred ; " but it is very old . You'll ...
... feeling something , said , " Is that the shilling ? The very identical gintleman ! What's this ? " he suddenly asked , as he put his hand on Wilfred's watch . " Is it gold ? " " Oh , yes , " said Wilfred ; " but it is very old . You'll ...
الصفحة 25
... feel more sinful such evenings , and Sunday evenings too , than on work - a - days , when there's work and stories about , and one has to be up and stirring . I feel somehow all out of my place . I suppose it's true what the Captain ...
... feel more sinful such evenings , and Sunday evenings too , than on work - a - days , when there's work and stories about , and one has to be up and stirring . I feel somehow all out of my place . I suppose it's true what the Captain ...
الصفحة 31
... feeling very happy that he had been able to help little Bijou in trouble . True , he had wished to have done some great deed ; but still it was something to have been a ' friend in need ' to even a little dog ; and I don't believe there ...
... feeling very happy that he had been able to help little Bijou in trouble . True , he had wished to have done some great deed ; but still it was something to have been a ' friend in need ' to even a little dog ; and I don't believe there ...
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الصفحة 96 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights ; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
الصفحة 42 - And it came to pass, that at midnight the Lord smote all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, from the firstborn of Pharaoh that sat on his throne unto the firstborn of the captive that was in the dungeon; and all the firstborn of cattle.
الصفحة 147 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
الصفحة 89 - On the deck the Rover takes his stand, So dark it is they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, " It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
الصفحة 209 - By faith Moses, when he was come to years, refused to be called the son of Pharaoh's daughter; choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season...
الصفحة 95 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough ; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy ; Nor does thy luxury destroy.
الصفحة 2 - They come forth from the darkness, and their sails Gleam for a moment only in the blaze, And eager faces, as the light unveils, Gaze at the tower, and vanish while they gaze.
الصفحة 93 - God is greatly to be feared in the assembly of the saints, and to be had in reverence of all them that are about him. O Lord God of Hosts, who is a strong Lord like unto thee? or to thy faithfulness round about thee? Thou rulest the raging of the sea: when the waves thereof arise, thou stillest them.
الصفحة 243 - That to the world are children ; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below. Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere.
الصفحة 242 - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...