Through Life and Beyond; and Paul Fenton |
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Mrs. F. Marshall Ward. ENTERED AT STATIONERS ' HALL . THROUGH LIFE AND BEYOND . CHAPTER I. DYING WORDS .
Mrs. F. Marshall Ward. ENTERED AT STATIONERS ' HALL . THROUGH LIFE AND BEYOND . CHAPTER I. DYING WORDS .
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Mrs. F. Marshall Ward. THROUGH LIFE AND BEYOND . CHAPTER I. DYING WORDS . - THROUGH LIFE AND BEYOND . HE words themselves are simple enough , but like many other simple words , they have a comprehensive meaning . Through Life and Beyond ...
Mrs. F. Marshall Ward. THROUGH LIFE AND BEYOND . CHAPTER I. DYING WORDS . - THROUGH LIFE AND BEYOND . HE words themselves are simple enough , but like many other simple words , they have a comprehensive meaning . Through Life and Beyond ...
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... dying mother , that he would not only do his best to teach them for this life , but also for the one beyond ; well might he clasp his hands and pray for strength . It was now six in the evening , the hour when Mrs. Gordon had been ...
... dying mother , that he would not only do his best to teach them for this life , but also for the one beyond ; well might he clasp his hands and pray for strength . It was now six in the evening , the hour when Mrs. Gordon had been ...
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... dying words , thinking the farm was a good one , and it would well keep all the children , therefore he should not find much difficulty in having them brought up as his mother wished they should be ; but he could see no help the farm ...
... dying words , thinking the farm was a good one , and it would well keep all the children , therefore he should not find much difficulty in having them brought up as his mother wished they should be ; but he could see no help the farm ...
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... dying . Recovering a little from his faintness , he tried to rise , but the wounds he had that day re- ceived rendered the attempt fruitless , so he was fain to rest his head upon his dead horse , and wait , as patiently as his wounds ...
... dying . Recovering a little from his faintness , he tried to rise , but the wounds he had that day re- ceived rendered the attempt fruitless , so he was fain to rest his head upon his dead horse , and wait , as patiently as his wounds ...
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Through Life and Beyond and Paul Fenton (1870) <span dir=ltr>Mrs F. Marshall Ward</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2009 |
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الصفحة 54 - And feel thy sovran vital lamp; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
الصفحة 62 - Dragged from among the horses feet, With dinted shield, and helmet beat, The falcon-crest and plumage gone, Can that be haughty Marmion ! . . Young...
الصفحة 81 - There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree, There's a smile on the fruit and a smile on the flower, And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
الصفحة 86 - Oh! when the heart is full — when bitter thoughts Come crowding thickly up for utterance, And the poor common words of courtesy Are such a very mockery — how much The bursting heart may pour itself in prayer!
الصفحة 52 - 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.
الصفحة 56 - I not cast down. I am weak, yet strong ; I murmur not that I no longer see ; Poor, old, and helpless, I the more belong, Father Supreme ! to Thee.
الصفحة 91 - Lord ; wait patiently for Him ; and He will give thee Thy heart's desire.
الصفحة 56 - Paradise refresh my brow, That earth in darkness lies. In a purer clime My being fills with rapture, — waves of thought Roll in upon my spirit, — strains sublime Break over me unsought. Give me now my lyre ! I feel the stirrings of a gift divine: Within my bosom glows unearthly fire Lit by no skill of mine.