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Adeline asked beautiful become better bright brother Brown called CHAPTER child church closed cold dark Deacon dear death deep door dream entered eyes face father fearful feel felt girl give glance half hand happy Harden Harriet head hear heard heart hope husband Jackson Jorden kind kiss knew known ladies least leave light lips listened live looked Louis Marian Mary Mary Butler meet mind Miss Miss Martin morning mother nature never night once passed perhaps poor present reply rest Rivertown rose scarce seemed seen sister smile Smith soon sorrow speak spirit stood strange street sure tears tell thing thought told Townsend truth turned voice walk watch week whispered wife window wish wonder young
第 115 頁 - We know that we have passed from death unto life, because we love the brethren. He that loveth not his brother abideth in death.
第 101 頁 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
第 248 頁 - Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
第 188 頁 - For all day, the wheels are droning, turning, Their wind comes in our faces, Till our hearts turn, our heads with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places.
第 101 頁 - Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye. Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly...
第 188 頁 - Turns the long light that drops adown the wall, Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling, All are turning, all the day, and we with all. And all day, the iron wheels are droning, And sometimes we could pray, " O ye wheels " (breaking out in a mad moaning) "Stop!
第 280 頁 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
第 193 頁 - Who can place them beside that glory, " which eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, and of which it hath not entered into the heart of man to conceive...
第 230 頁 - And, dearest, though thine eyes alone May see in me a single grace — I care not so thou e'er canst find A hidden sweetness in my face. And if, as years and cares steal on, Even that lingering light must flee, What matter ? if from thee I hear " Thou art still beautiful to me !