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High on Olive Hill , in the " Wholly onaccountable , " quoth Pa sunshine , wind , dew , and rain of summer , Gladden ; the fust time in a hull cent'ry and in the storms of winter , grew up a thet crick hez run bone - dry .
High on Olive Hill , in the " Wholly onaccountable , " quoth Pa sunshine , wind , dew , and rain of summer , Gladden ; the fust time in a hull cent'ry and in the storms of winter , grew up a thet crick hez run bone - dry .
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assurance thet ye remember man in his She was mounting her pony at the fence affliction . Bless us all , an ' this young sister thet air so brave to do in thy speerit o ' jus- No ; I can't rest with the sufferin ' goin ' tice an ...
assurance thet ye remember man in his She was mounting her pony at the fence affliction . Bless us all , an ' this young sister thet air so brave to do in thy speerit o ' jus- No ; I can't rest with the sufferin ' goin ' tice an ...
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Thet air the Seven men the hill boy guided up Marword . rowbone's bridle - path the next morning - Pa Gladden looked the ragged tatterde- seven men of the elder's own choosing . malion over . There were the two Adam Imbodys , Elder ...
Thet air the Seven men the hill boy guided up Marword . rowbone's bridle - path the next morning - Pa Gladden looked the ragged tatterde- seven men of the elder's own choosing . malion over . There were the two Adam Imbodys , Elder ...
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Here many cattle grazed . pore mother hed all the money daddy paid Thar air the hull black secret ! cried fer this land , in the fust place . So it wull Pa Gladden . It air no wonder thet our come to me in the end .
Here many cattle grazed . pore mother hed all the money daddy paid Thar air the hull black secret ! cried fer this land , in the fust place . So it wull Pa Gladden . It air no wonder thet our come to me in the end .
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Pa wull find Dellabella's great eyes lighted up . out thet the Smootses air not ter be shamed Then I ' d be sot up accordin ' , she in this county for ever and ever . Keppel said solemnly . Why , it would be ' mos ' Smoots's ...
Pa wull find Dellabella's great eyes lighted up . out thet the Smootses air not ter be shamed Then I ' d be sot up accordin ' , she in this county for ever and ever . Keppel said solemnly . Why , it would be ' mos ' Smoots's ...
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The Century Illustrated Monthly Magazine, 44 tomas Josiah Gilbert Holland,Richard Watson Gilder Visos knygos peržiūra - 1892 |
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393 psl. - In the evening I went very unwillingly to a society in Aldersgate Street, where one was reading Luther's preface to the Epistle to the Romans. About a quarter before nine, while he was describing the change which God works in the heart through faith in Christ, I felt my heart strangely warmed. I felt I did trust in Christ, Christ alone, for salvation; and an assurance was given me that He had taken away MY sins, even MINE, and saved ME from the law of sin and death.
188 psl. - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt. Dispraise or blame, nothing but well and fair. And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
489 psl. - John Wesley's conversation is good, but he is never at leisure. He is always obliged to go at a certain hour. This is very disagreeable to a man who loves to fold his legs and have out his talk, as I do.
152 psl. - THY summer voice, Musketaquit, Repeats the music of the rain ; But sweeter rivers pulsing flit Through thee, as thou through Concord Plain. Thou in thy narrow banks art pent : The stream I love unbounded goes Through flood and sea and firmament ; Through light, through life, it forward flows. I see the inundation sweet, I hear the spending of the stream Through years, through men, through nature fleet, Through love and thought, through power and dream.
218 psl. - And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it. His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow: And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men.
140 psl. - Now, then, tell me if you please, what possible result of good would follow the issuing of such a proclamation as you desire? Understand, I raise no objections against it on legal or constitutional grounds, for, as commanderin-chief of the army and navy, in time of war I suppose I have a right to take any measure which may best subdue the enemy...
152 psl. - Our houses and towns are like mosses and lichens, so slight and new ; but youth is a fault of which we shall daily mend. This land, too, is as old as the Flood, and wants no ornament or privilege which nature could bestow. Here stars, here woods, here hills, here animals, here men abound, and the vast tendencies concur of a new order. If only the men are^ employed in conspiring with the designs of the Spirit who led us hither, and is leading us still...
277 psl. - But ask now the beasts, and they shall teach thee; and the fowls of the air, and they shall tell thee: Or speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee: and the fishes of the sea shall declare unto thee.
150 psl. - His relation to us is not that of one of those personages; yet it is a relation of, I think, even superior importance. His relation to us is more like that of the Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius. Marcus Aurelius is not a great writer, a great philosophy-maker; he is the friend and aider of those who would live in the spirit. Emerson is the same. He is the friend and aider of those who would live in the spirit. All the points in thinking which are necessary for this purpose he takes; but he does not...
718 psl. - And the face of the hero, my children, was the sable face of a slave ! With folded arms he was speaking, in tones that were clear, not loud, And his eyes, ablaze in their sockets, burnt into the eyes of the crowd : "You may keep your gold: I scorn it!