The Scandinavian ring, by John Pomeroy, Volume 31871 |
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... passed quickly out of sight . Bessie returned in time to see Mrs Morton Langdale drive up to the door . She told at once of Posy's trifling accident , and that she had been to show the stranger the road to Dudley burn . ' He was such a ...
... passed quickly out of sight . Bessie returned in time to see Mrs Morton Langdale drive up to the door . She told at once of Posy's trifling accident , and that she had been to show the stranger the road to Dudley burn . ' He was such a ...
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... passed away . It was evident she had been with English people , but with whom ? Once or twice she said , ' Is that my papa ? ' when she saw a tall grey - headed gentleman during her early walk with Bessie in the park , for Bessie and ...
... passed away . It was evident she had been with English people , but with whom ? Once or twice she said , ' Is that my papa ? ' when she saw a tall grey - headed gentleman during her early walk with Bessie in the park , for Bessie and ...
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... passing away , should have kept Robert Beaumont out of this nice place , or his father ! " But of the father he knew and cared little , except that Robert's anxiety and frequent journeys to Denmark had wasted his days in disappointment ...
... passing away , should have kept Robert Beaumont out of this nice place , or his father ! " But of the father he knew and cared little , except that Robert's anxiety and frequent journeys to Denmark had wasted his days in disappointment ...
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... address in London . Where he slept or where he passed his time was not questioned . He had taken advantage of his faith in Robert Beaumont's lawyer , though , to have some letters conveyed 110 THE SCANDINAVIAN RING .
... address in London . Where he slept or where he passed his time was not questioned . He had taken advantage of his faith in Robert Beaumont's lawyer , though , to have some letters conveyed 110 THE SCANDINAVIAN RING .
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... passed with pleasant converse , as when men meet together who have been everywhere a rich interchange of ideas takes place . These men were full of common sense , not too fine for every - day use , not too proud or too overbearing to be ...
... passed with pleasant converse , as when men meet together who have been everywhere a rich interchange of ideas takes place . These men were full of common sense , not too fine for every - day use , not too proud or too overbearing to be ...
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asked baby Beau Beaumont Grange beloved sleep Bessie's Bologna sausage Brem Browning Captain Beaumont Chargé d'Affaires child Copenhagen Cranbourne Cyril daisy Dane Daneton Danish dead dear Denmark door Dublin Edith England English eyes face Fairy and Posy father fellow gave George Harris Gerald girls give giveth His beloved glad gone governess happy heard heart Helga hope husband Ireland John Davis Joshua Ribbs knew lady Laughlan Laura lawyer leave letters Lilian Liverpool London look Lord Dunburgher Major Brembridge married McLaugh McLaughlan Morton Langdale mother never Newbridge nice Paris picture poor racter Rawdon Robert Beaumont Rockingham Rosario Rudolf and Bessie Scandinavian Ring seen sent smile sort Speranza Storton suppose Susan tell thing thought told took Torquay trust wait walk wife wish Withend woman
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Página 261 - Sleep soft, beloved !" we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep. But never doleful dream again. Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Página 260 - He giveth his beloved sleep — Ps. cxxvii. 2. OF all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this — ' He giveth His beloved sleep ' ? What would we give to our beloved?
Página 261 - O earth, so full of dreary noises! O men, with wailing in your voices! O delved gold, the waiters heap! O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall! God makes a silence through you all. And "giveth His beloved sleep.
Página 260 - OF all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward into souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this — ' He giveth His beloved, sleep'? What would we give to our beloved ? The hero's heart to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp to sweep, The patriot's voice to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown to light the brows ?He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Página 261 - For me, my heart that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show, That sees through tears the mummers leap, Would now its wearied vision close, Would childlike on His love repose Who giveth His beloved, sleep.
Página 257 - Strong red poppies to vex her, Tiny bright-eyes to beguile, Tall green flags to perplex her ; But she worked on all the while. She work'd and she sang this ditty, While insects wondered and heard; (They knew by the tone of pity The song was not from a bird) : "Daisy, somebody hurt you ! Are you afraid of...
Página 261 - His dews drop mutely on the hill : His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap, More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, He giveth his beloved, sleep.
Página 257 - A FAIRY was mending a daisy Which some one had torn in half ; Her sisters all thought her crazy, And only looked on to laugh. They showed her scores in the hedges, And scores that grew by the tarn, And scores on the green field-edges, But she went on with her darn. Then round they cluster, and chatter — How each had a flower more fine ; One shook buttercups at her, And one brought briony-twine, Strong...
Página 259 - Now I've mended you neatly, All the fairies can see ; Now you look at me sweetly, Are you grateful to me ? I'll go hiding behind you, Then in a day or two, Perhaps a baby will find you, And I shall hear it coo. " Yes, your cheeks may be whiter Than the rest of your race ; Other eyes may be brighter, Others fairer in face ; But no flower that uncloses Can be precious as you, Not an army of roses Fighting all the year through!
Página 259 - Then the fairies confess it, As that daisy revives ; All come round and caress it, All so glad that it lives. No one ventures to doubt it, Hosts of penitent fays Make their dance-rings about it, Sing their songs in its praise. Years of fading and growing Pass, — the daisy is not ! Sweeter grass-blooms are growing Still by that little spot. There each fairy that hover'd Sang while pausing above, "Here the daisy recover'd, — Here is a footprint of Love !