Lotty Wilson; or, Good prevails, by the author of Daunton manor house1865 |
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... close together , and each marked by a white stone cross at the head , on the pedestal of which was engraved merely the date and age of the departed ; and frequently I observed , when strolling round of an evening , that fresh flowers ...
... close together , and each marked by a white stone cross at the head , on the pedestal of which was engraved merely the date and age of the departed ; and frequently I observed , when strolling round of an evening , that fresh flowers ...
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... close conference over some little matters . had been tempted ( out of fear , I verily believe ) to purchase of the old woman , and , as they were both unsophisticated country girls who seemed to have nothing they cared to conceal from ...
... close conference over some little matters . had been tempted ( out of fear , I verily believe ) to purchase of the old woman , and , as they were both unsophisticated country girls who seemed to have nothing they cared to conceal from ...
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... close down to her , kissing his forehead as he pinned the shawl about her . She seemed glad to wrap herself up , and cowered close to the fire on a low chair . " What have you been doing with yourself , Maggie , " she said ; " have you ...
... close down to her , kissing his forehead as he pinned the shawl about her . She seemed glad to wrap herself up , and cowered close to the fire on a low chair . " What have you been doing with yourself , Maggie , " she said ; " have you ...
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... close cap shaded the fair brow which so lately was decked by those glossy curls , of which not a vestige now remained . As I went towards the bed , Cuthbert was leaning over her with one of the little white hands resting in his own ...
... close cap shaded the fair brow which so lately was decked by those glossy curls , of which not a vestige now remained . As I went towards the bed , Cuthbert was leaning over her with one of the little white hands resting in his own ...
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... close to her and kissed it , turning her face to the pillow as she did so . " You may read a little to me , my Maggie , " she softly whispered , " some of the sweet poetry from Lyra Anglicana ; ' you will find it on the table . " I ...
... close to her and kissed it , turning her face to the pillow as she did so . " You may read a little to me , my Maggie , " she softly whispered , " some of the sweet poetry from Lyra Anglicana ; ' you will find it on the table . " I ...
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Стр. 184 - Darker than night life's shadows fall around us, And, like benighted men, we miss our mark ; God hides Himself, and grace hath scarcely found us, Ere death finds out his victims in the dark. Onward we. go, for still we hear them singing, Come, weary souls ! for Jesus bids you come ! And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the Gospel leads us home.
Стр. 185 - Angels! sing on, your faithful watches keeping, Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; While we toil on, and soothe ourselves with weeping, Till life's long night shall break in endless love.
Стр. 185 - ... the pilgrims of the night. Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea ; And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee.
Стр. 81 - there is more joy in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, than over ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance.
Стр. 184 - HARK! hark, my soul; angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields, and ocean's wavebeat shore : How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more. Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, 'Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come : ' And, through the dark its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the Gospel leads us home.
Стр. 204 - Give me the spirit of Thy trust, To suffer as a son, — To say, though lying in the dust, " My Father's will be done !" I know that trial works for ends Too high for sense to trace ; That oft, in dark attire, He sends Some embassy of grace. May none depart till I have gained The blessing which it bears, And learn, though late, I entertained An angel unawares.
Стр. 204 - THOU whose sacred feet have trod The thorny path of woe, Forbid that I should slight the rod, Or faint beneath the blow. My spirit to its chastening stroke I meekly would resign, Nor murmur at the heaviest yoke That tells me I am Thine. Give me the spirit of Thy trust, To suffer as a son, — To say, though lying in the dust, My Father's will be done...
Стр. 185 - Cheer up, my soul ! faith's moonbeams softly glisten Upon the breast of life's most troubled sea; And it will cheer thy drooping heart to listen To those brave songs which angels mean for thee. Angels of Jesus ! &c.
Стр. 81 - Come unto me, all ye who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.
Стр. 133 - ... Hills. . . . I again ask you, as a favour, not to desert my family till things are set to rights for them. It is the dying request of "Your friend, " THOMAS J. FITZGERALD." There was also a letter to Mr. Edmond Dalton, of which the following is a copy: — . " Dublin, April 26, 1864. "Dear Ned, — I am going to ask a favour of you, and that is, that you will get Mrs. Dalton to break the sad news of my death to poor Lady Fitzgerald. I go down this evening, and my poor body will be found in the...