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... bright smile faded , and a tear quivered in her eye , for she thought of the baby - sister whom angels had carried in their bosoms far away from the beautiful island . 66 66 Vara , Vara . " Rutea , " answered the child , —at last ...
... bright smile faded , and a tear quivered in her eye , for she thought of the baby - sister whom angels had carried in their bosoms far away from the beautiful island . 66 66 Vara , Vara . " Rutea , " answered the child , —at last ...
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... bright , now dim , fading almost away , and just as you think it is really gone , shining out more beautifully than ever , so , dear father and mother , will be your thoughts of me , -they will come and go , when you are busy perhaps ...
... bright , now dim , fading almost away , and just as you think it is really gone , shining out more beautifully than ever , so , dear father and mother , will be your thoughts of me , -they will come and go , when you are busy perhaps ...
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... bright sphere which sorrow may not cloud , To make the happy happier ! Is she sent To grapple with the miseries of this time , Whose nature such ethereal aspect wears As it would perish at the touch of wrong ? " So we're to have a ...
... bright sphere which sorrow may not cloud , To make the happy happier ! Is she sent To grapple with the miseries of this time , Whose nature such ethereal aspect wears As it would perish at the touch of wrong ? " So we're to have a ...
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... bright and early to - morrow morning . " " Good - bye , Roderick , you'll give an old friend a pri- vilege , " and Roderick was not at all reluctant to take the proffered kiss . " Miss Boyle , " said he , lingering a moment after Kate ...
... bright and early to - morrow morning . " " Good - bye , Roderick , you'll give an old friend a pri- vilege , " and Roderick was not at all reluctant to take the proffered kiss . " Miss Boyle , " said he , lingering a moment after Kate ...
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... bright flowers of the bread - fruit tree . The stiff glazed window - shade , on which appeared a very little blue house , and a very large blood - stained horse , ridden by a lady done in brown , with feathers growing out of her head ...
... bright flowers of the bread - fruit tree . The stiff glazed window - shade , on which appeared a very little blue house , and a very large blood - stained horse , ridden by a lady done in brown , with feathers growing out of her head ...
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Adele Boyle answered arms asked Aunt Polly Austen beautiful Bible blessed cambric Charles Boyle child church coral flowers cousin Daniel daughter dear father door dress exclaimed eyes face father and mother fear feelings felt friends gave Hamilton hand happy heard heart heathen hope island island-home John Stephens Johnson Kate Granger kind kiss knew lady laughed leave letter Liberty little birdie little girl live look mansion marriage married mind Miss Boyle Miss Granger mission missionary morning native never night once opened Pacific island Pacific Ocean parents parlour passed phens pleasure poor prayer promise rainbow reef Roderick Rutea Sally Brown seat seemed silence silk sister sleigh smile soon stood sure talking taste tears tell things thought Tim Brown Tom Harris took Trover uncon Vara's voice wife wish words young
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Page 106 - So live, that, when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 60 - Whatever is, is to me a matter of taste or distaste; or when once it becomes indifferent, it begins to be disrelishing. I am, in plainer words, a bundle of prejudices — made up of likings and dislikings — the veriest thrall to sympathies, apathies, antipathies.
Page 9 - And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, But words of the Most High, Have told why first thy robe of beams Was woven in the sky.
Page 73 - I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth.
Page 174 - They loved, but their story we cannot unfold; They scorned, but the heart of the haughty is cold; They grieved, but no wail from their slumbers may come; They joyed, but the voice of their gladness is dumb.
Page 195 - Does pure religion charm thee Far more than aught below ? Would'st thou that she should arm thee Against the hour of woe ? Think not she dwelleth only In temples built for prayer ; For home itself is lonely, Unless her smiles be there...
Page 9 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or mirror'd in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! ' ;" '""' As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Page 172 - O'er all there hung the shadow of a fear, A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is haunted.
Page 174 - I had in infancy upon the bosom of my mother. Alas ! how little do we appreciate a mother's tenderness while living ! How heedless are we in youth of all her anxieties and kindness ! But when she is dead and gone, when the cares and coldness of the world come withering to our hearts...
Page 174 - For we are the same things our fathers have been; We see the same sights that our fathers have seen. We drink the same stream, and we feel the same sun, And run the same course that our fathers have run.