After A Shadow1st World Publishing, 2004 - 184 pagini ARTY! Arty! called Mrs. Mayflower, from the window, one bright June morning. "Arty, darling! What is the child after? Just look at him, Mr. Mayflower!" I leaned from the window, in pleasant excitement, to see what new and wonderful performance had been attempted by my little prodigy - my first born - my year old bud of beauty, the folded leaves in whose bosom were just beginning to loosen themselves, and send out upon the air sweet intimations of an abounding fragrance. He had escaped from his nurse, and was running off in the clear sunshine, the slant rays of which threw a long shadow before him. |
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Pagina 9
... Thought will, now and then, take up a passing incident, and extract the moral. But how little the wiser are we for moralizing! we look into the mirror of truth, and see ourselves - then turn away, and forget what manner of men we are ...
... Thought will, now and then, take up a passing incident, and extract the moral. But how little the wiser are we for moralizing! we look into the mirror of truth, and see ourselves - then turn away, and forget what manner of men we are ...
Pagina 10
... thought created the means of successful adventure, and I saw myself moving forward and grasping results, the whole circle of life took a quicker motion, and my mind rose into a pleasant enthusiasm. Then I grew impatient for the ...
... thought created the means of successful adventure, and I saw myself moving forward and grasping results, the whole circle of life took a quicker motion, and my mind rose into a pleasant enthusiasm. Then I grew impatient for the ...
Pagina 12
... thought he was to buy only to the amount of a thousand dollars?" I returned, in surprise and dismay. "You seemed so easy about him, sir," replied the clerk, "that I encouraged him to buy; and the bill ran up more heavily than I was ...
... thought he was to buy only to the amount of a thousand dollars?" I returned, in surprise and dismay. "You seemed so easy about him, sir," replied the clerk, "that I encouraged him to buy; and the bill ran up more heavily than I was ...
Pagina 14
... thought on the canvas of a too creative imagination. It is so with me; and I sigh, daily, over some disappointment. Alas! if this were all. Too often both the shadow-good and the real-good of to-day are lost. When night falls our ...
... thought on the canvas of a too creative imagination. It is so with me; and I sigh, daily, over some disappointment. Alas! if this were all. Too often both the shadow-good and the real-good of to-day are lost. When night falls our ...
Pagina 15
... thought and interest away from them, and create ideal forms of use and beauty, into which we can never enter with conscious life. We are always losing the happiness of our to-days; and our to-morrows never come." I sighed my response ...
... thought and interest away from them, and create ideal forms of use and beauty, into which we can never enter with conscious life. We are always losing the happiness of our to-days; and our to-morrows never come." I sighed my response ...
Cuprins
10 LITTLE LIZZIE | 108 |
11 ALICE AND THE PIGEON | 118 |
12 DRESSED FOR A PARTY | 123 |
13 COFFEE vs BRANDY | 133 |
14 AMYS QUESTION | 145 |
15 AN ANGEL IN DISGUISE | 149 |
16 WHICH WAS MOST THE LADY? | 160 |
17 OTHER PEOPLES EYES | 170 |
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Pagina 19 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pagina 121 - STOOP to my window, thou beautiful dove ! Thy daily visits have touched my love! I watch thy coming, and list the note That stirs so low in thy mellow throat, And my joy is high To catch the glance of thy gentle eye.
Pagina 122 - This noise of people, — this sultry air ? Thou alone, of the feathered race, Dost look unscared on the human face ; Thou alone, with a wing to flee, Dost love with man in his haunts to be ; And ' the gentle dove ' Has become a name for trust and love.
Pagina 19 - Mark but my fall, and that that ruined me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ! By that sin fell the angels : how can man, then, The image of his Maker, 'hope to win by't? Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty ; Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, And silence envious tongues.
Pagina 122 - Thou alone, of the feathered race, Dost look unscared on the human face ; Thou alone, with a wing to flee, Dost love with man in his haunts to be , And the " gentle dove " Has become a name for trust and love. A holy gift is thine, sweet bird ! Thou'rt named with childhood's earliest word ; Thou'rt linked with all that is fresh and wild In the prisoned thoughts of the city child ; And thy even wings Are its brightest image of moving things.
Pagina 111 - See here, my friend! If you are about making a temperance lecture, you can adjourn to the Town Hall or the Methodist Chapel." The stranger moved aside a pace or two, so that the hand of Jenks might fall from his person, and then said, mildly, "There must be something wrong here if a man may not speak in praise of water without giving offense.
Pagina 57 - The sick man did not respond warmly to this proposition. He had been so long a mere recipient of good offices, - had so long felt himself the object towards which pity and service must tend, - that he had nearly lost the relish for good deeds. Idle dependence had made him selfish. "Give this poor cripple a lesson every day," went on the neighbor, pressing home the subject, "and talk and read to him.
Pagina 56 - I stopped to say a word to poor Tom Hicks, the cripple, as he stood swinging on the gate before his mother's house, looking so unhappy that I pitied him in my heart. 'What do you do with yourself all through these long days, Tom?' I asked. 'Nothing,' he replied, moodily. 'Don't you read sometimes?' I queried. 'Can't read,' was his sullen answer. 'Were you never at school?' I went on. 'No: how can I get to school?' 'Why don't your mother teach you?' 'Because she can't read herself,