The Argosy, Volumen6Mrs. Henry Wood, Charles William Wood Strahan & Company, 1868 A magazine of tales, travels, essays, and poems. |
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... Masseron , a child had disappeared during their temporary absence from home , their little girl , Lucy . The loss was the worst that could have fallen on them . No other calamity possible to be imagined could so have told upon them ...
... Masseron , a child had disappeared during their temporary absence from home , their little girl , Lucy . The loss was the worst that could have fallen on them . No other calamity possible to be imagined could so have told upon them ...
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... Masseron would have welcomed the little dead body , brought home from the water , with a gush of tears , but a strange relief . No stone that Mr. Masseron or the law could roll , was left un- turned to recover the child , living or dead ...
... Masseron would have welcomed the little dead body , brought home from the water , with a gush of tears , but a strange relief . No stone that Mr. Masseron or the law could roll , was left un- turned to recover the child , living or dead ...
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... Masseron . He was rather below the middle height , and stooped slightly as he walked , but this was the only defect in an otherwise perfect figure , his head being remarkably well set upon his shoulders , and its fine shape set off by ...
... Masseron . He was rather below the middle height , and stooped slightly as he walked , but this was the only defect in an otherwise perfect figure , his head being remarkably well set upon his shoulders , and its fine shape set off by ...
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... Masseron , his tone changing to one of the deepest affection , " why are you so sad again to - night ? And why have I to ask you the same question so often and often ? " He had thrown himself at his mother's feet , his arms were round ...
... Masseron , his tone changing to one of the deepest affection , " why are you so sad again to - night ? And why have I to ask you the same question so often and often ? " He had thrown himself at his mother's feet , his arms were round ...
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... Masseron was thought dull , stupid ; his intellect had been slow to awaken . The powers of his mind had remained half dormant until his fifteenth year , and then he suddenly became as clever and intellectual as hitherto he had been ...
... Masseron was thought dull , stupid ; his intellect had been slow to awaken . The powers of his mind had remained half dormant until his fifteenth year , and then he suddenly became as clever and intellectual as hitherto he had been ...
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Página 28 - And strows her lights below, And deepens on and up ! the gates Roll back, and far within For me the Heavenly Bridegroom waits, To make me pure of sin. The sabbaths of Eternity, One sabbath deep and wide — A light upon the shining sea — The Bridegroom with his bride ! SIR GALAHAD.
Página 160 - For my heart was hot and restless, And my life was full of care, And the burden laid upon me Seemed greater than I could bear. But now it has fallen from me, It is buried in the sea; And only the sorrow of others Throws its shadow over me.
Página 57 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively.
Página 28 - As these white robes are soil'd and dark, To yonder shining ground ; As this pale taper's earthly spark, To yonder argent round ; So shows my soul before the Lamb, My spirit before Thee; So in mine earthly house I am, To that I hope to be. Break up the heavens, O Lord ! and far, Thro' all yon starlight keen, Draw me, thy bride, a glittering star, In raiment white and clean.
Página 28 - AGNES' EVE. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes...
Página 505 - ... then beware lest thou forget the LORD, which brought thee forth out of the land of Egypt, from the house of bondage.
Página 505 - And it shall be, when the LORD thy God shall have brought thee into the land which he sware unto thy fathers, to Abraham, to Isaac, and to Jacob, to give thee great and goodly cities, which thou buildedst not, and houses full of all good things, which thou filledst not, and wells digged, which thou diggedst not, vineyards and olive trees, which thou plantedst not...
Página 505 - And the LORD commanded us to do all these statutes, to fear the LORD our God, for our good always, that he might preserve us alive, as it is at this day. 25 And it shall be our righteousness, if we observe to do all these commandments before the LORD our God, as he hath commanded us.
Página 27 - In diesen Arm! Ach an deinem Busen Lieg' ich, schmachte, Und deine Blumen, dein Gras Drängen sich an mein Herz. Du kühlst den brennenden Durst meines Busens, Lieblicher Morgenwind! Ruft drein die Nachtigall Liebend nach mir aus dem Nebeltal.
Página 28 - EVE. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon: My breath to heaven like vapour goes: May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes are soil'd and dark, To yonder shining ground; As this pale taper's earthly spark, To yonder argent round...