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... Uncle Godfrey's coming this afternoon ; mamma told me so . Isn't it nice ? ' " ' Uncle Godfrey's coming ! ' shouted the boys . That's jolly news . Won't we have a famous story to - night about life in the Bush ! You know he promised to ...
... Uncle Godfrey's coming this afternoon ; mamma told me so . Isn't it nice ? ' " ' Uncle Godfrey's coming ! ' shouted the boys . That's jolly news . Won't we have a famous story to - night about life in the Bush ! You know he promised to ...
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... uncle ? ' ' Well , Lydia , I think if I were to describe them as a set of the worst robbers in the world , I would not be far wrong . In fact , they are , in many instances , runaway convicts , that is , men who have been sent out of ...
... uncle ? ' ' Well , Lydia , I think if I were to describe them as a set of the worst robbers in the world , I would not be far wrong . In fact , they are , in many instances , runaway convicts , that is , men who have been sent out of ...
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... uncle , they would be sure to find it there ! ' said all the three children . ' Stop a bit , ' said their uncle , and you will see whether I was right or not . That night we camped about a hun- dred yards off the road in a pine scrub ...
... uncle , they would be sure to find it there ! ' said all the three children . ' Stop a bit , ' said their uncle , and you will see whether I was right or not . That night we camped about a hun- dred yards off the road in a pine scrub ...
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... uncle , how dreadful ! Did they kill him ? ' said Lydia , with tears in her eyes . ' Why , no . How could they , Lydia , when you know Uncle Wilfred is alive and well now , and coming to see us all very soon ? ' said her brothers . ' No ...
... uncle , how dreadful ! Did they kill him ? ' said Lydia , with tears in her eyes . ' Why , no . How could they , Lydia , when you know Uncle Wilfred is alive and well now , and coming to see us all very soon ? ' said her brothers . ' No ...
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... uncle , how impudent ! ' ' Well , it was certainly cool enough . We heard after- wards that these same men stuck up twenty men that morn- ing , and robbed them all . From one man they took £ 2 , which was sewn in his braces , and a ring ...
... uncle , how impudent ! ' ' Well , it was certainly cool enough . We heard after- wards that these same men stuck up twenty men that morn- ing , and robbed them all . From one man they took £ 2 , which was sewn in his braces , and a ring ...
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Page 96 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights ; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Page 42 - And it came to pass, that at midnight the Lord smote all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, from the firstborn of Pharaoh that sat on his throne unto the firstborn of the captive that was in the dungeon; and all the firstborn of cattle.
Page 147 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Page 89 - On the deck the Rover takes his stand, So dark it is they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, " It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
Page 209 - By faith Moses, when he was come to years, refused to be called the son of Pharaoh's daughter; choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season...
Page 95 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough ; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy ; Nor does thy luxury destroy.
Page 2 - They come forth from the darkness, and their sails Gleam for a moment only in the blaze, And eager faces, as the light unveils, Gaze at the tower, and vanish while they gaze.
Page 93 - God is greatly to be feared in the assembly of the saints, and to be had in reverence of all them that are about him. O Lord God of Hosts, who is a strong Lord like unto thee? or to thy faithfulness round about thee? Thou rulest the raging of the sea: when the waves thereof arise, thou stillest them.
Page 243 - That to the world are children ; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below. Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere.
Page 242 - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...