Life at Hartwell; or, Frank and his friendsWilliam P. Nimmo, 1874 - 239 pages |
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... MOTHER , ' ' HAWK'S DENE , ' etc. PERCY AND Ida , ' Oh ! when I was a tiny boy , My days and nights were full of joy , My mates were blithe and kind ! No wonder that I sometimes sigh , And dash the tear - drop from my eye , To cast a ...
... MOTHER , ' ' HAWK'S DENE , ' etc. PERCY AND Ida , ' Oh ! when I was a tiny boy , My days and nights were full of joy , My mates were blithe and kind ! No wonder that I sometimes sigh , And dash the tear - drop from my eye , To cast a ...
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... need not have wondered very much , as there are so many little boys whose treasures bear ample evidence of mothers ' loving hands , -those little touches of motherhood , hardly noticed by those upon whom they are 16 LIFE AT HARTWELL .
... need not have wondered very much , as there are so many little boys whose treasures bear ample evidence of mothers ' loving hands , -those little touches of motherhood , hardly noticed by those upon whom they are 16 LIFE AT HARTWELL .
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... Mother has no one to help her but me , and I want to make great haste , and be of real use to her . She calls me her " right hand " now , but I don't think I'm much more than a left one yet ! ' he added , looking up with a bright smile ...
... Mother has no one to help her but me , and I want to make great haste , and be of real use to her . She calls me her " right hand " now , but I don't think I'm much more than a left one yet ! ' he added , looking up with a bright smile ...
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... mother's real " right hand , " shouldn't I ? ' ' Don't talk so much about your mother , though , ' was Frank's whispered advice . Lawrence opened his blue eyes at their widest . ' Why ? ' he asked . ' Oh , because the other chaps will ...
... mother's real " right hand , " shouldn't I ? ' ' Don't talk so much about your mother , though , ' was Frank's whispered advice . Lawrence opened his blue eyes at their widest . ' Why ? ' he asked . ' Oh , because the other chaps will ...
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... mother wants to see you so much ! She always likes to know the boys I'm fondest of , and I know you'll like her . I'm going to ask Grant too . ' ' That will be jolly , ' said Frank ; ' he's such a stunning fellow , isn't he ? ' ' Yes ...
... mother wants to see you so much ! She always likes to know the boys I'm fondest of , and I know you'll like her . I'm going to ask Grant too . ' ' That will be jolly , ' said Frank ; ' he's such a stunning fellow , isn't he ? ' ' Yes ...
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Page 98 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed : Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Page 89 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Page 71 - But now, being made free from sin, and become servants to God, ye have your fruit unto holiness, and the end everlasting life. For the wages of sin is death ; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Page 11 - A stranger yet to pain ? I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.