Faith and unfaith, by the author of 'Phyllis'. |
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Faith and Unfaith, by the Author of 'Phyllis' Margaret Wolfe Hungerford Недоступно для просмотра - 2016 |
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Стр. 65 - O ! wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us ! " she quotes gaily. " Those lines, meant by poor Burns as a censure on frail humanity,
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Стр. 173 - advances, is touching everything with the hand of Death. Heavily hangs the broad sunflower, Over its grave i' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger lily.
Стр. 73 - The very streams look languid from afar : Or, through th' unsheltered glade, impatient, seem To hurl into the covert of the grove. A tender stillness reigns o'er everything. The very birds are mute. Even the busy millwheel has ceased to move. Bright flashes of light, that come and go
Стр. 33 - CHAPTER II. Her form was fresher than the morning rose When the dew wets its leaves—THOMSON.
Стр. 25 - her own watch, she examines it attentively, as though to assure herself the huge timepiece on the mantel-shelf has not told a deliberate lie. " I must go home! Papa will wonder where I have been all this long time. Good-by, Mr. Branscombe " (she is still, naturally, forgetful of the new title). "I hope," very sweetly, "you will come to see us as soon as ever you can."