The old farm house, or Alice Morton's home, and other storiesW.P. Nimmo, 1872 - 127 pages |
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... wood ; but even then we cannot see Farmer Morton's house , for the trees crowd thickly together , and almost meet overhead . Now we reach a gate - very rough and broken. THE FARM HOUSE IN SHADOW . THE FARM HOUSE IN SHADOW,
... wood ; but even then we cannot see Farmer Morton's house , for the trees crowd thickly together , and almost meet overhead . Now we reach a gate - very rough and broken. THE FARM HOUSE IN SHADOW . THE FARM HOUSE IN SHADOW,
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... wood - house , piled some wood in her apron , placed it in the back - kitchen grate , and blew it up to a flame , scorching her pale little face to fever - heat as she did so . Then she went to her mother's room for the key . ' Is that ...
... wood - house , piled some wood in her apron , placed it in the back - kitchen grate , and blew it up to a flame , scorching her pale little face to fever - heat as she did so . Then she went to her mother's room for the key . ' Is that ...
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... wood , and down the long lane to the village school . Miss Herbert , the vicar's daughter , saw them coming in late and hot and tired , but as she knew only too well the circumstances of the farmer's family , she could not blame poor ...
... wood , and down the long lane to the village school . Miss Herbert , the vicar's daughter , saw them coming in late and hot and tired , but as she knew only too well the circumstances of the farmer's family , she could not blame poor ...
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... wood , she talked quietly to the listening children , and told them they must always love one another , and never grow impatient and unkind , but be gentle and peaceful as Jesus was . ' The grave little girl , with her sad , wistful ...
... wood , she talked quietly to the listening children , and told them they must always love one another , and never grow impatient and unkind , but be gentle and peaceful as Jesus was . ' The grave little girl , with her sad , wistful ...
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... wood , she talked and told them and never grow and peaceful a The grav might ha he lane , and through the to the listening children , alwa one another , be gentle wistful eyes , or , from the sage I RECET THE T Tim I .. CHAPTER IV . 34 ...
... wood , she talked and told them and never grow and peaceful a The grav might ha he lane , and through the to the listening children , alwa one another , be gentle wistful eyes , or , from the sage I RECET THE T Tim I .. CHAPTER IV . 34 ...
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Alice answer appear asked atmosphere Author beautiful believe Betsy better body Books boys bright brother called cause cloth clouds cold colour comet coming crown dark death earth eyes farmer father feel fire flowers formed girl give glimpse gold golden gone grow half hand hard Harry head heard heart heat heavens horse hour hundred Illustrations Ivon Jesus kind late leave less light Lives looked Lutine Mars masses moon Moorfields Morton mother mountains nearly never night once opened orbs paint palace passed peace perhaps planet poor published rays round screen seemed side sometimes sound space stars Stories surface tell things thought thousand Tiny train traveller turned visible voice watch wish wonderful wood Young
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Page 127 - Tales of Old English Life ; or, Pictures of the Periods. By WILLIAM FRANCIS COLLIER, LL.D., Author of ' History of English Literature,
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Page 76 - And earnest thoughts within me rise, When I behold afar, Suspended in the evening skies, The shield of that red star. 0 star of strength ! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain ; Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand, And I am strong again. Within my breast there is no light, But the cold light of stars ; I give the first watch of the night To the red planet Mars.
Page 74 - THE night is come, but not too soon ; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heaven, But the cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars.
Page 84 - That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes. From the cool cisterns of the midnight air, My spirit drank repose; The fountain of perpetual peace flows there, — From those deep cisterns flows.