The Silence of Dean Maitland: A Novel, المجلد 1

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Kegan Paul, Trench & Company, 1887 - 372 من الصفحات
 

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الصفحة 92 - The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
الصفحة 291 - ... not an open enemy, that hath done me this dishonour : for then I could have borne it.
الصفحة 256 - The image of his Maker, hope to win by't? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues: be just and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's: then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell!
الصفحة 101 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
الصفحة 235 - ... reached the steps, and, descending them, found to his dismay that the gate was locked. CHAPTER V. THERE is almost always some small but vitally important hitch in the best-laid human plans, and the hitch in Balfour's arrangement was that he forgot the nightly locking of the gate leading on to the bastion. He had approached the tree from the other side, passing the sentries, being challenged by them, and giving the word in reply. Everard knew the bastion, and had had many a pleasant stroll there...
الصفحة 79 - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
الصفحة 203 - Maxwelton braes are bonnie Where early fa's the dew, And it's there that Annie Laurie Gie'd me her promise true— Gie'd me her promise true, Which ne'er forgot will be; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doune and dee.
الصفحة 337 - Then he took from his pocket a piece of folded paper, which he held in his left hand, as if it were some talisman, and found strength to begin. CHAPTER IX. As he opened his lips, a vision of the little church at Malbourne rushed swiftly before his mental gaze. He saw the familiar faces clustered about the heavy gray pillars, and the reverend figure of his father in the ancient pulpit, and all the holy counsels uttered in that father's beloved voice came upon him in one moment; but he did not know...
الصفحة 333 - O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!"—words so nobly simple in their unutterable sorrow.
الصفحة 251 - I was a stranger, and ye took me in ; naked, and ye clothed me ; sick and in prison and ye visited me...

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