Bertha and Lily, Or, The Parsonage of Beech Glen: A Romance

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J.C. Derby, 1854 - 336 頁

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第 299 頁 - I can give not what men call love— But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above, And the heavens reject not— The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the
第 92 頁 - A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt; And, in clear dream and solemn vision, Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear ; ' Till oft converse with heavenly habitants Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape.
第 61 頁 - The young lambs are bleating in the meadows: The young birds are chirping in the nest; The young fawns are playing with the shadows: The young flowers are blowing toward the west— But the young, young children, 0 my brothers, They are weeping bitterly !— They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free. Elizabeth
第 26 頁 - I will bo master of what is mine own; She is my goods, my chattels ; she is my house, My household stuff, my field, my barn, My horse, my ox, my ass, my anything ; And here she stands, touch her whoever dare.
第 147 頁 - of sores and shames on my bare head ; Steeped me in poverty to the very lips; Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; I should have found in some part of my soul A drop of patience;
第 39 頁 - She was a woman of a stirring life, Whose heart was in her house: two wheels she had Of antique form—this, large for spinning wool, That, small for flax; and if one wheel had rest, It was because the other was at work. Wordsworth.
第 15 頁 - CHAPTER H. His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate ; His tears, pure messengers sent from the heart; His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth.
第 147 頁 - There, where I had garnered up my heart— Where either I must live, or have no life— The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded
第 216 頁 - Oh that the desert were my dwelling place, With one fair spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love hut only her.
第 73 頁 - planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a spirit still, and bright, With something of an angel light. Wordsworth.

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