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... knew what we really could afford ! It always seems to be these little things that don't cost much , and that other girls , whose fathers are not nearly so well off , always have , without thinking anything about it . " And she glanced ...
... knew what we really could afford ! It always seems to be these little things that don't cost much , and that other girls , whose fathers are not nearly so well off , always have , without thinking anything about it . " And she glanced ...
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... knew a lady once't of the very name , in the ould country . Miss Gloriana O'Dowd she was ; an ' the beauty o ' County Kerry . My Lady Kinawley , she came to be . ' Deed , but I'd like to do it , for the ould times , an ' for you thinkin ...
... knew a lady once't of the very name , in the ould country . Miss Gloriana O'Dowd she was ; an ' the beauty o ' County Kerry . My Lady Kinawley , she came to be . ' Deed , but I'd like to do it , for the ould times , an ' for you thinkin ...
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... knew , and groped her way slowly into more , till she promoted herself from that to " Mother Goose , " from 66 Mother Goose " to " Fables for the Nursery , " — and now , her ever fresh and unfailing feast was the " Child's Own Book of ...
... knew , and groped her way slowly into more , till she promoted herself from that to " Mother Goose , " from 66 Mother Goose " to " Fables for the Nursery , " — and now , her ever fresh and unfailing feast was the " Child's Own Book of ...
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... knew how to make , at either end of the board . Bridget Foye was the tidiest , kindliest , merriest apple- woman in all Mishaumok . Everybody whose daily path lay across that southeast corner of the Common , knew her well , and had a ...
... knew how to make , at either end of the board . Bridget Foye was the tidiest , kindliest , merriest apple- woman in all Mishaumok . Everybody whose daily path lay across that southeast corner of the Common , knew her well , and had a ...
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... knew " And what if I do ? Maybe I'm going , myself . " Glory opened her eyes wide in mingled consternation and surprise . " I did n't think you was , mum , But if you is 99 " You're willing , I suppose , " retorted her mistress , laugh ...
... knew " And what if I do ? Maybe I'm going , myself . " Glory opened her eyes wide in mingled consternation and surprise . " I did n't think you was , mum , But if you is 99 " You're willing , I suppose , " retorted her mistress , laugh ...
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Page 90 - Fool! the Ideal is in thyself, the impediment too is in thyself: thy Condition is but the stuff thou art to shape that same Ideal out of: what matters whether such stuff be of this sort or that, so the Form thou give it be heroic, be poetic?
Page 131 - A servant with this clause makes drudgery divine; who sweeps a room, as for thy laws, makes that and the action fine.
Page 253 - For all day the wheels are droning, turning; Their wind comes in our faces, Till our hearts turn, our heads with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places...
Page 118 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen. We hear life murmur or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers. And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 343 - The tree Sucks kindlier nurture from a soil enriched By its own fallen leaves ; and man is made In heart and spirit from deciduous hopes And things that seem to perish.
Page 148 - God sets some souls in shade, alone. They have no daylight of their own. Only in lives of happier ones They see the shine of distant suns. "God knows. Content thee with thy night, Thy greater heaven hath grander light.
Page 82 - For all the heat o' the day, till it declines, And death's mild curfew shall from work assoil. God did anoint thee with his odorous oil, To wrestle, not to reign; and he assigns All thy tears over, like pure crystallines, For younger fellow-workers of the soil To wear for amulets. So others shall Take patience, labor, to their heart and hand, From thy hand and thy heart and thy brave cheer, And God's grace fructify through thee to all. The least flower, with a brimming cup may stand And share its...
Page 289 - Head which was crucified is the Head of all power, and has for His Head the Father ; for the Head of the man is Christ, and the Head of Christ is God.
Page 188 - I mean that when Christ said, ' I am with you to the end of the world,' he only said that which was — which by the laws of things, could not help being — simply, and without metaphor, true." Faith almost paused in her walk to listen. "Events and deeds are not done with in the moment they are enacted. Does a sublime instant in history pass by into nothingness, except for the memory that it has been? God is the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. He is not the God of the dead, but of the living.
Page 65 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tride, What hell it is in suing long to bide : To loose good dayes, that might be better spent ; To wast long nights in pensive discontent ; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow...