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... beautiful blue eyes , dried up her tears , murmuring “ Shall I repine ; when I know that mine is safe , where ' Christ Himself doth rule . ' ” Mr. Snowden , who was a hale , hearty , good- natured gentlemanly man , stands leaning over ...
... beautiful blue eyes , dried up her tears , murmuring “ Shall I repine ; when I know that mine is safe , where ' Christ Himself doth rule . ' ” Mr. Snowden , who was a hale , hearty , good- natured gentlemanly man , stands leaning over ...
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... girl . Nothing in its appearance could lead you to suppose it belonged to the hag who had first left the house ; or to the boy who was now gazing at it . She was a fair and beautiful baby . It was plain 14 The Vagabond .
... girl . Nothing in its appearance could lead you to suppose it belonged to the hag who had first left the house ; or to the boy who was now gazing at it . She was a fair and beautiful baby . It was plain 14 The Vagabond .
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Mrs. F. Marshall Ward. was a fair and beautiful baby . It was plain to see , beneath the rags in which it was enveloped , how dazzlingly white the skin was ... beautiful woman . That is , if no treacherous guide led her the The Vagabond . 15.
Mrs. F. Marshall Ward. was a fair and beautiful baby . It was plain to see , beneath the rags in which it was enveloped , how dazzlingly white the skin was ... beautiful woman . That is , if no treacherous guide led her the The Vagabond . 15.
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... beautiful child , created by God , so full of goodness and innocence , can be made wicked and depraved by man ? Look for answer at the little vagabond opposite . How had the day been spent by him ? His parents could tell you . They sent ...
... beautiful child , created by God , so full of goodness and innocence , can be made wicked and depraved by man ? Look for answer at the little vagabond opposite . How had the day been spent by him ? His parents could tell you . They sent ...
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... beautiful child , with an immortal soul ; but the face has lost its look of earnest innocent wonder . The beauty of child- hood is still struggling with the cunning of abject poverty ; and one's heart aches to see that all the beauty is ...
... beautiful child , with an immortal soul ; but the face has lost its look of earnest innocent wonder . The beauty of child- hood is still struggling with the cunning of abject poverty ; and one's heart aches to see that all the beauty is ...
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الصفحة 127 - And he look'd at her and said, " Bring the dress and put it on her, That she wore when she was wed.
الصفحة 174 - Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses!
الصفحة 171 - If I am right, Thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way.
الصفحة 379 - They gathered round him on the fresh green bank, And spoke their kindly words; and, as the sun Rose up in heaven, he knelt among them there, And bowed his head upon his hands to pray.
الصفحة 147 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
الصفحة 134 - And shouted but once more aloud, "My father! must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They...
الصفحة 182 - Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his tongue would have spoken. Vainly he strove to rise ; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him, Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom. Sweet was the light of his eyes ; but it suddenly sank into darkness, As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement.
الصفحة 147 - O'er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight— Where are those dreamers now? One midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream, is laid ; The Indian knows his place of rest Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines...
الصفحة 384 - Yes," cried the lad with upraised finger, "Ellen Jones is singing what I must do." Mr. Welburn listened, when the clear contralto tones of a girl's voice was heard singing, ' ' Oh ! rest in the Lord ; wait patiently for Him ; and He will give thee Thy heart's desire.
الصفحة 345 - Thy sinless land, Which eye hath never seen. Visions come and go; Shapes of resplendent beauty round me throng, From angel lips I seem to hear the flow Of soft and holy song.