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Andrew gazing asked Avon Villa beautiful face begged bless bright bright eyes Catherine's Court Château cheerful child Christmas comfort common hawthorn dark darling dear father dear papa delighted door drawing-room Effie Gray exclaimed eyes favourite fear feel felt flowers fondly Francis Riversdale garden gazed gentle Gertie Gertrude Gertrude's girl glad glanced Good-morning hand happy happy days hastened heard heart Heathcote Manor Heaven hope kind old kissed knew lawn leave lips looked Madame Ernond mamma marble Maxentius Milley Milley's Miss Hammond Miss Heathcote morning mother never night pale parsonage passed Payne peaceful poor old pretty proud replied rest returned round seated seemed side sight silent smile soon sorrow spoke Squire stood suddenly sweet sweet child tears tell tender tenderly thanks thought told tomb torrent streams uncon voice walked window wish words young
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Página 194 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon' tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge. That on th...
Página 192 - There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes, Pouring new glory on the autumn woods, And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds.
Página 31 - Tis not for man to trifle ! Life is brief And sin is here ; Our age is but the falling of a leaf — A dropping tear ; We have no time to sport away the hours, All must be earnest in a world like ours.
Página 171 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Página 25 - Do something — do it soon — with all thy might ; An angel's wing would droop if long at rest, And God himself, inactive, were no longer blest.
Página 24 - Wouldst thou from sorrow find a sweet relief? Or is thy heart oppressed with woes untold ? Balm wouldst thou gather for corroding grief? Pour blessings round thee like a shower of gold...
Página 57 - Rest, weary head ! Lie down to slumber in the peaceful tomb : Light from above has broken through its gloom ; Here, in the place where once thy Saviour lay, Where He shall wake thee on a future day, Like a tired child upon its mother's breast, Rest, sweetly rest...
Página 26 - And thou an angel's happiness shall know; Shalt bless the earth while in the world above ; The good begun by thee shall onward flow In many a branching stream, and wider grow; The seed that, in these few and fleeting hours, Thy hands unsparing and unwearied sow, Shall deck thy grave with amaranthine flowers, And yield thee fruits...
Página 56 - Rest, weary heart ! From all thy silent griefs, and secret pain, Thy profitless regrets and longings vain ; Wisdom and love have ordered all the past...