Little Classics: RomanceRossiter Johnson J.R. Osgood, 1875 |
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Page 181 - And when Jesus saw her, he called her to him, and said unto her, Woman, thou art loosed from thine infirmity. And he laid his hands on her: and immediately she was made straight, and glorified God.
Page 127 - The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord's throne is in heaven; his eyes behold, his eyelids test, the children of men.
Page 193 - She remembered stories of shepherds lost in the snow, — of a mother and child frozen to death on that very moor, — and, in a moment she knew that she was to die. Bitterly did the poor child weep, for death was terrible to her, who, though poor, enjoyed the bright little world of youth and innocence. The skies of heaven were dearer than she knew to her, — so were the flowers of earth. She had been happy at her work, — happy in her sleep, —happy in the kirk on Sabbath. A thousand thoughts...
Page 127 - They shall be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of thy house; and thou shalt make them drink of the river of thy pleasures. For with thee is the fountain of life: in thy light shall we see light.
Page 59 - And gray old trees of hugest limb Shall wheel their circling shadows round To make the scorching sunlight dim That drinks the greenness from the ground. And drop their dead leaves on her mound. When o'er their boughs the squirrels run. And through their leaves the robins call, And, ripening in the autumn sun, The acorns and the chestnuts fall, Doubt not that she will heed them all.
Page 22 - We must have a weak spot or two in a character before we can love it much. People that do not laugh or cry, or take more of anything than is good for them, or use anything but dictionarywords, are admirable subjects for biographies. But we don't always care most for those flatpattern flowers that press best in the herbarium.
Page 65 - Eugenie would do as much by him, if she happened to pass him when he was asleep. And have we ever forgotten that the fresh cheek of the young John Milton tingled under the lips of some high-born Italian beauty, who, I believe, did not think to leave her card by the side of the slumbering youth, but...
Page 196 - So he called his two sheepdogs that had taken their place under the long-table before the window, and set out, half in joy, half in fear, to overtake Hannah, and see her safely across the Black-moss. The snow began to drift so fast, that before he had reached the head of the glen, there was nothing to be seen but a little bit of the wooden rail of the bridge across the Sauch-burn. William Grieve was the most active shepherd in a large pastoral parish— he had often...
Page 194 - Father which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, — thy kingdom come, — thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven." Had human aid been within fifty yards, it could have been of no avail, — eye could not see her, — ear could not hear her in that howling darkness.
Page 198 - As the boy groaned these words passionately through his quivering lips, there was a sudden lowness in the air, and he heard the barking of his absent dog, while the one at his feet hurried off in the direction of the sound, and soon loudly joined the cry. It was not a bark of surprise — or anger — or fear — but of recognition and love. William sprung up from his bed in the snow, and with his heart knocking at his bosom even to sickness, he rushed headlong through the drifts, with a giant's...