Brook Silvertone, and The lost lilies, 2 stories, Volume 1381865 |
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Brook Silvertone, and The Lost Lilies, Etc. [With Illustrations.] Emma Marshall No preview available - 1865 |
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amongst asked aunt aunt's basket Beatrice Wynne Beatrice's beautiful began Beryl Farm birthday bright Brook Silver Brook Silvertone Browne Cantelo child child's heart cottage dear door eyes face father flowers Fortescue frock Gerald glad gone Good-bye Grace knew Grace Lee Grace looked Grafton hand happy hard hear heard heart Heath Heathcote Heathcote's Hill Grove kitchen Lady Forrester Lady Forrester's leave little girl little Grace little Queen ma'am mamma Melton Court minute Miss Saunders Miss Williams morning mother murmur Myra never night pale Peggy Peter Lee Poor little pretty Queen Bee rheumatic fever Ruth Ruth's Salter side sigh Silvertone's snow Snuff story Sunday sweet talk tell things thought to-day told trees turned Uncle Cecil voice white lilies Willy Willy's window wish wonder words wreath Wynne's Wynton
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Page 39 - And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest.
Page 2 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Page 76 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 182 - I KNEW a little sickly child ; The long, long summer's day When all the world was green and bright, Alone in bed he lay. There used to come a little dove Before his window small, And sing to him with her sweet voice, Out of the fir tree tall.
Page 96 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river: For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 59 - Not to covet nor desire other men's goods; but to learn and labour truly to get. my own living, and to do my duty in that state of life into which it shall please God to call me.
Page 30 - Aud many a fairy foreland set With willow- weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come, and men may go, But I go on forever. I wind about, and in and oat, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling.
Page 23 - ... upon them separately, for better and more accurate learning, we never separate them in the course of the Christian life. The Collect for the last Sunday of the season agrees with that for the first, confessing the weakness of fallen nature, and fixing our whole trust only in the help of God's grace, which alone can order the unruly wills and affections of sinful men, and render them pleasing to God by obedience to His commandments.
Page 147 - Pulche'rie to whom it is given, but M. de Valence himself. Madame de Genlis would have been very much surprised if she had been told that in all this she appears infinitely more culpable than the person she is abusing; yet this is probably the impression that will be left on the minds of most of her readers. She was twenty-four when she was nominated lady-in-waiting to the Duchesse de Chartres, afterwards Duchesse...