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Pagina 1
... villages on the north coast of Devon . It is situated at the head of a narrow combe , or valley , that , widen- ing ... village it turns the large wheel of a grey old mill , which since the days of Elizabeth , and maybe from long before ...
... villages on the north coast of Devon . It is situated at the head of a narrow combe , or valley , that , widen- ing ... village it turns the large wheel of a grey old mill , which since the days of Elizabeth , and maybe from long before ...
Pagina 2
... village is a quiet , dreamy place , with an old inn , an old mill , an old church , and an old manor- house . I suppose it looks now very much as it did one hundred and seventy years ago , when the events took place of which I am about ...
... village is a quiet , dreamy place , with an old inn , an old mill , an old church , and an old manor- house . I suppose it looks now very much as it did one hundred and seventy years ago , when the events took place of which I am about ...
Pagina 3
... village in the days of Victoria wears much the same appearance as it did in the days of George II . Great changes , it is true , have taken place ; but these have been in the character of the villagers . In the days I speak of they were ...
... village in the days of Victoria wears much the same appearance as it did in the days of George II . Great changes , it is true , have taken place ; but these have been in the character of the villagers . In the days I speak of they were ...
Pagina 4
... village , towards the sea , and at about a mile's distance from the lighthouse . In those days the lighthouse system was not as perfect as it is now , and the keeper who tended the lights was not required , as he now is , to live on the ...
... village , towards the sea , and at about a mile's distance from the lighthouse . In those days the lighthouse system was not as perfect as it is now , and the keeper who tended the lights was not required , as he now is , to live on the ...
Pagina 8
... village inn , drinking and idling , without the resolution to throw off his evil habits , and begin life anew . Job Oglethorpe , for his sister's sake , lent him the purchase - money of a small fishing - boat and nets , that he might ...
... village inn , drinking and idling , without the resolution to throw off his evil habits , and begin life anew . Job Oglethorpe , for his sister's sake , lent him the purchase - money of a small fishing - boat and nets , that he might ...
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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...