The English Fireside: A Tale of the Past, Band 3Saunders and Otley, 1844 |
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... there never was a spot so formed by nature for the repose and last , long sleep of death . The church was sur- rounded by a thick grove of towering elms , effectually screening it from view , beyond the boundary of the burial ground ...
... there never was a spot so formed by nature for the repose and last , long sleep of death . The church was sur- rounded by a thick grove of towering elms , effectually screening it from view , beyond the boundary of the burial ground ...
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... There was nothing left : not even a letter upon a tombstone . Singly , and in groups , the rustics ap- proached the church as the time for service neared , and not one but wore an ex- pression of melancholy upon his features and greeted ...
... There was nothing left : not even a letter upon a tombstone . Singly , and in groups , the rustics ap- proached the church as the time for service neared , and not one but wore an ex- pression of melancholy upon his features and greeted ...
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... There's not one within many a mile round , I trow , but has scattered a few flowers— if so be but a few wild violets - on that new- made grave . " " Dost think the vicar will be hale enough to go through his preaching to - day ? " asked ...
... There's not one within many a mile round , I trow , but has scattered a few flowers— if so be but a few wild violets - on that new- made grave . " " Dost think the vicar will be hale enough to go through his preaching to - day ? " asked ...
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... there was a general feeling of disappoint- ment that the vicar never raised his eyes from the ground , still there was no triumph in one receiving more than his neighbour . Each , too , bowed lower than usual , and the young and the old ...
... there was a general feeling of disappoint- ment that the vicar never raised his eyes from the ground , still there was no triumph in one receiving more than his neighbour . Each , too , bowed lower than usual , and the young and the old ...
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... There is sorrow enough now under the roof of the vicarage to claim our best attention and compassion . " " Mr Wells , however , is more resigned than I anticipated he would be , " observed her niece 20 THE ENGLISH FIRESIDE .
... There is sorrow enough now under the roof of the vicarage to claim our best attention and compassion . " " Mr Wells , however , is more resigned than I anticipated he would be , " observed her niece 20 THE ENGLISH FIRESIDE .
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added Blanch added Carew added the squire aide-de-camp asked Bamfield Carew butler catch a thief chair Charles child continued dear dear boy Edward Sinclair ejaculated endeavour exclaimed eyes father fear feel gamekeeper gaoler gipsies Grace grandad ground hand hangman head heard heart hope interrupted the squire keeper laugh lips listen look Macrone matter Merton Park Ned Swiftfoot never niece observed old lady perhaps poor prisoner PULTENEY STREET rejoined aunt Deborah rejoined Carew rejoined his majesty rejoined Mr Fulton rejoined the king rejoined the squire remarked repeated replied aunt Deborah replied Blanch replied Carew replied Mr Fulton replied Mr Smutt replied Soaking Bob replied the old replied the squire replied Tom Brainshaw returned Blanch returned Carew returned Mr Fulton returned the squire scarcely silence smiling sound Squire Merton stop Swiftfoot There's Thomas Smutt thought tone turned vicar voice whispered wish wisitor words
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Seite 200 - Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
Seite 69 - I AM the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me, shall never die.
Seite 52 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide.
Seite 180 - Murder? Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is ; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Seite 110 - Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep. A breath thou art (Servile to all the skyey influences) That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Seite 215 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Seite 243 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Seite 14 - Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods ? Draw near them then in being merciful : Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge, Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son.