James Gordon's Wife, Volume 2Hurst and Blackett, 1871 |
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... .. ADDED TO THE LIBRARY day of To be returned in .. December 1873 5 wks days . A fine of Three Cents will be incurred for each day this volume is detained beyond that time . D " We are at school : through this strange life.
... .. ADDED TO THE LIBRARY day of To be returned in .. December 1873 5 wks days . A fine of Three Cents will be incurred for each day this volume is detained beyond that time . D " We are at school : through this strange life.
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... returned to the sun - dial , and sat down , as before , upon the steps . By this time , he was thoroughly tired ; his head ached ; his bodily strength seemed almost spent . But , although he had made up his mind , he had still to form ...
... returned to the sun - dial , and sat down , as before , upon the steps . By this time , he was thoroughly tired ; his head ached ; his bodily strength seemed almost spent . But , although he had made up his mind , he had still to form ...
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... had begun to twitter , and the cows to low . For the present , the storm was over , succeeded by a stagnant calm : he could not think or reason , any more . He rose ; returned to the house -entering 24 JAMES GORDON'S WIFE .
... had begun to twitter , and the cows to low . For the present , the storm was over , succeeded by a stagnant calm : he could not think or reason , any more . He rose ; returned to the house -entering 24 JAMES GORDON'S WIFE .
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Ellen Clutton-Brock. more . He rose ; returned to the house -entering , as he had gone , through the chapel ; wearily mounted the stairs , and took refuge in his own room . There , throw- ing himself upon the bed , a few brief mo- ments ...
Ellen Clutton-Brock. more . He rose ; returned to the house -entering , as he had gone , through the chapel ; wearily mounted the stairs , and took refuge in his own room . There , throw- ing himself upon the bed , a few brief mo- ments ...
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... returned to Farnley , was still and sultry . The air was full of droning insects : the sky of heat- clouds . The carriage - not the pony car- riage , this time - was sent to fetch her ; and she had a solitary drive . As she entered the ...
... returned to Farnley , was still and sultry . The air was full of droning insects : the sky of heat- clouds . The carriage - not the pony car- riage , this time - was sent to fetch her ; and she had a solitary drive . As she entered the ...
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Page 207 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss, and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay ; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Page 207 - SINCE brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Page 96 - ROCK ME TO SLEEP BACKWARD, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again, just for to-night! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, — rock me to sleep!
Page 282 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Page 96 - Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-night! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep — Rock me to sleep, mother — rock me to sleep!
Page 96 - Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue, Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you! Many a summer the grass has grown green Blossomed and faded, our faces between; Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain. Long I tonight for your presence again. Come from the silence so long and so deep; Rock me to sleep, mother — rock me to sleep.
Page 108 - Be mine a philosopher's life in the quiet woodland ways, Where if I cannot be gay let a passionless peace be my lot, Far-off from the clamour of liars belied in the hubbub of lies ; From the long-neck'd geese of the world that are ever hissing dispraise Because their natures are little, and, whether he heed it or not, Where each man walks with his head in a cloud of poisonous flies.
Page 108 - Ah Maud, you milkwhite fawn, you are all unmeet for a wife. Your mother is mute in her grave as her image in marble above; Your father is ever in London, you wander about at your will; You have but fed on the roses and lain in the lilies of life.
Page 163 - honour, and keep her ' — ' forsake all other ' for her : but will he 'love her' — the first of all? And, if not, what is he going to do? To perjure himself in the sight of God, if not in the sight of man — to kneel before God's altar as a hypocrite — Oh, it is awful ! I cannot think of it.