The Courage of Blackburn BlairMoffat, Yard, 1907 - 476 páginas |
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... closed firmly , and his dark eyes scanned the page with severe determination . At that moment he was oddly suggestive of certain dim old portraits of individuals in high stocks and ruffled shirts that hung on the walls of his father's ...
... closed firmly , and his dark eyes scanned the page with severe determination . At that moment he was oddly suggestive of certain dim old portraits of individuals in high stocks and ruffled shirts that hung on the walls of his father's ...
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... closed the book , having first placed a small bit of folded paper between the leaves to mark the place , and then laying it down carefully - very carefully— on the settee beside him , he rose and crossed the long vine - shaded porch ...
... closed the book , having first placed a small bit of folded paper between the leaves to mark the place , and then laying it down carefully - very carefully— on the settee beside him , he rose and crossed the long vine - shaded porch ...
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... closed firmly . With a pang , the meaning of which was deeper than she knew , Cicely saw that his decision was fixed . " I can't let you have any of the white roses , Cicely , " he said at length , very gently . " There's - there's a ...
... closed firmly . With a pang , the meaning of which was deeper than she knew , Cicely saw that his decision was fixed . " I can't let you have any of the white roses , Cicely , " he said at length , very gently . " There's - there's a ...
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... closed , though he appeared not to be sleeping , but rather to be indulging in one of those strange day - dreams of his declining years in which his spirit sadly wandered amid the scenes and recollections of a long - vanished past . As ...
... closed , though he appeared not to be sleeping , but rather to be indulging in one of those strange day - dreams of his declining years in which his spirit sadly wandered amid the scenes and recollections of a long - vanished past . As ...
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... closed the Book and the two knelt . When they rose Blackburn's face had lost its strained pallor , and the boyish features had taken on the re- pose that comes from losing sight of self in the presence of the Eternal Calm . The State ...
... closed the Book and the two knelt . When they rose Blackburn's face had lost its strained pallor , and the boyish features had taken on the re- pose that comes from losing sight of self in the presence of the Eternal Calm . The State ...
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Página 274 - In the full enjoyment of the gifts of Heaven, and the fruits of superior industry, economy, and virtue, every man is equally entitled to protection by law. But when the laws undertake to add to these natural and just advantages, artificial distinctions, to grant titles, gratuities, and exclusive privileges, to make the rich richer, and the potent more powerful...
Página 49 - Let thy work appear unto thy servants, And thy glory unto their children. And let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us: And establish thou the work of our hands upon us; Yea, the work of our hands establish thou it.
Página 274 - There are no necessary evils in government. Its evils exist only in its abuses. If it would confine itself to equal protection, and, as Heaven does its rains, shower its favors alike on the high and the low, the rich and the poor, it would be an unqualified blessing.
Página 204 - Thou comest to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shield: but I come to thee in the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom thou hast defied.
Página 449 - In Lancelot — now I see thee what thou art, Thou art the highest and most human too, Not Lancelot, nor another. Is there none Will tell the King I love him tho' so late ? Now — ere he goes to the great battle ? none : Myself must tell him in that purer life, But now it were too daring. Ah my God, What might I not have made of thy fair world...
Página 371 - There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Página 272 - Think not with thyself that thou shalt escape in the king's house, more than all the Jews. For if thou altogether holdest thy peace at this time, then shall there enlargement and deliverance arise to the Jews from another place ; but thou and thy father's house shall be destroyed : and who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom for such a time as this?
Página 23 - For she had said unto the servant, What man is this that walketh in the field to meet us ? And the servant had said, It is my master : therefore she took a vail, and covered herself.
Página 279 - The flesh that yet enchains her Whose grace hath passed away! Oh, happier he who gains not The Love some seem to gain: The joy that custom stains not Shall still with him remain, The loveliness that wanes not, The Love that ne'er can wane.
Página 278 - LOST LOVE Who wins his Love shall lose her, Who loses her shall gain, For still the spirit woos her, A soul without a stain; And Memory still pursues her With longings not in vain!