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... thought their invention insects to anticipate him in many of them . The of turning earth into artificial stone a very happy discovery ; yet a little bee had practised this art , using indeed a different process , on a small scale , and ...
... thought their invention insects to anticipate him in many of them . The of turning earth into artificial stone a very happy discovery ; yet a little bee had practised this art , using indeed a different process , on a small scale , and ...
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... thought . Like Hall , Mr. Foster was pastor of a Baptist congregation ; and after running his use- ful course , he died in 1843 , at Stapleton , near Bristol , where he had resided for the last thirty years of his life . Further than ...
... thought . Like Hall , Mr. Foster was pastor of a Baptist congregation ; and after running his use- ful course , he died in 1843 , at Stapleton , near Bristol , where he had resided for the last thirty years of his life . Further than ...
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... thought his way to the mysteries of another world . QUAKER LOVE . BY LEITCH RITCHIE . MANY years ago I spent a day in the town of Elm's Cross , and although no adventure befell me there to fix the place in my memory , I see it be- fore ...
... thought his way to the mysteries of another world . QUAKER LOVE . BY LEITCH RITCHIE . MANY years ago I spent a day in the town of Elm's Cross , and although no adventure befell me there to fix the place in my memory , I see it be- fore ...
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... thought it a profanation | permitted it , select from his own denomination a to talk to her of love . As the moment of parting arrived , he drew her towards him with both hands ; his arms encircled her waist ; and - how it hap- pened I ...
... thought it a profanation | permitted it , select from his own denomination a to talk to her of love . As the moment of parting arrived , he drew her towards him with both hands ; his arms encircled her waist ; and - how it hap- pened I ...
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... thoughts , feelings , and habits of the man . Edward Bulwer Lytton , in one of the most thought- ful essays he ever wrote , enumerates many obvi- ous causes for the discrepancy so constantly ob- served between authors and their works ...
... thoughts , feelings , and habits of the man . Edward Bulwer Lytton , in one of the most thought- ful essays he ever wrote , enumerates many obvi- ous causes for the discrepancy so constantly ob- served between authors and their works ...
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Page 304 - Come wealth or want, come good or ill, Let young and old accept their part, And bow before the Awful Will, And bear it with an honest heart, Who misses or who wins the prize. — Go, lose or conquer as you can ; But if you fail, or if you rise, Be each, pray God, a gentleman.
Page 396 - Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws To cast thee up again! What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous, and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Page 245 - Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal argosies! Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main ! Earth claims not these again.
Page 363 - Behold, the Assyrian was a cedar in Lebanon with fair branches, and with a shadowing shroud, and of an high stature; and his top was among the thick boughs.
Page 259 - Thy terribleness hath deceived thee, and the pride of thine heart, O thou that dwellest in the clefts of the rock, that boldest the height of the hill : though thou shouldst make thy nest as high as the eagle, I will bring thee down from thence, saith the Lord.
Page 252 - Alas ! my boy, thy gentle grasp is on me, The bright tears quiver in thy pleading eyes, And now fond thoughts arise, And silver cords again to earth have won me ; And like a vine thou claspest my full heart — How shall I hence depart?
Page 222 - His children were brought up like the children of the neighboring peasantry. His boys followed the plough ; and his girls went out to service. Study he found impossible ; for the advowson of his living would hardly have sold for a sum sufficient to purchase a good theological library ; and he might be considered as unusually lucky if he had ten or twelve dogeared volumes among the pots and pans on his shelves.
Page 410 - ... forgotten. His name at once calls up before us a slender and feeble frame, a lofty and ample forehead, a nose curved like the beak of an eagle, an eye rivalling that of an eagle in brightness and keenness, a thoughtful and somewhat sullen brow, a firm and somewhat peevish mouth, a cheek pale, thin, and deeply furrowed by sickness and by care. That pensive, severe, and solemn aspect could scarcely have belonged to a happy or a good-humoured man. But it indicates in a manner not to be mistaken,...
Page 252 - midst the silence of the stars I wake, And watch for thy dear sake. " And thou, will slumber's dewy cloud fall round thee, Without thy mother's hand to smooth thy bed ? Wilt thou not vainly spread Thine arms, when darkness as a veil hath wound thee, To fold my neck, and lift up, in thy fear, A cry which none shall hear?
Page 150 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.