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Pagina v
... Uncle Godfrey's Stories of Life in the Bush , We are Seven , 17 , 296 • 277 Wise Sayings , and Stories to Explain them . By M. H. No. I. , · 2 " " " 9 " " No. II . , 88 · " " " " " " No. III . , 115 " " " " 99 No. IV . , · 203 39 " " 99 ...
... Uncle Godfrey's Stories of Life in the Bush , We are Seven , 17 , 296 • 277 Wise Sayings , and Stories to Explain them . By M. H. No. I. , · 2 " " " 9 " " No. II . , 88 · " " " " " " No. III . , 115 " " " " 99 No. IV . , · 203 39 " " 99 ...
Pagina 10
... Uncle Job . They call you " reli- gious ; " but I dare say , now , your religion would not save a poor fellow - your sister's son - from starving . ' Job rose hastily , and turned towards a cupboard in the corner of the room . Opening ...
... Uncle Job . They call you " reli- gious ; " but I dare say , now , your religion would not save a poor fellow - your sister's son - from starving . ' Job rose hastily , and turned towards a cupboard in the corner of the room . Opening ...
Pagina 11
... Uncle Job ; ' and Dark Dick , rising from the table , placed one hand on the lighthouse- keeper's shoulder with an air of affectionate confidence ; ' look you here , Uncle Job . My mates and I have notice that an American trader , laden ...
... Uncle Job ; ' and Dark Dick , rising from the table , placed one hand on the lighthouse- keeper's shoulder with an air of affectionate confidence ; ' look you here , Uncle Job . My mates and I have notice that an American trader , laden ...
Pagina 12
Come , Uncle Job , least said is soonest mended . If a man chooses to stand in his own light , let him do so without ... Uncle Job . ' Yes , and I prize it highly . ' ' It is worth , I suppose , a matter of twenty guineas . ' ' More than ...
Come , Uncle Job , least said is soonest mended . If a man chooses to stand in his own light , let him do so without ... Uncle Job . ' Yes , and I prize it highly . ' ' It is worth , I suppose , a matter of twenty guineas . ' ' More than ...
Pagina 17
... UNCLE GODFREY'S STORIES OF LIFE IN THE BUSH . HOW WE WERE ' STUCK UP ' BY THE BUSHRANGERS . KNOW a secret ! a secret ! ' said little Lydia St. Clair , jumping about the playroom in Arundel Manor , in which her two brothers , Ronald and ...
... UNCLE GODFREY'S STORIES OF LIFE IN THE BUSH . HOW WE WERE ' STUCK UP ' BY THE BUSHRANGERS . KNOW a secret ! a secret ! ' said little Lydia St. Clair , jumping about the playroom in Arundel Manor , in which her two brothers , Ronald and ...
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Pagina 96 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights ; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Pagina 42 - And it came to pass, that at midnight the Lord smote all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, from the firstborn of Pharaoh that sat on his throne unto the firstborn of the captive that was in the dungeon; and all the firstborn of cattle.
Pagina 147 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Pagina 89 - On the deck the Rover takes his stand, So dark it is they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, " It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
Pagina 209 - By faith Moses, when he was come to years, refused to be called the son of Pharaoh's daughter; choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season...
Pagina 95 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough ; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy ; Nor does thy luxury destroy.
Pagina 2 - They come forth from the darkness, and their sails Gleam for a moment only in the blaze, And eager faces, as the light unveils, Gaze at the tower, and vanish while they gaze.
Pagina 93 - God is greatly to be feared in the assembly of the saints, and to be had in reverence of all them that are about him. O Lord God of Hosts, who is a strong Lord like unto thee? or to thy faithfulness round about thee? Thou rulest the raging of the sea: when the waves thereof arise, thou stillest them.
Pagina 243 - That to the world are children ; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below. Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere.
Pagina 242 - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...