Our valley, by the author of 'The children of Seeligsberg'.1877 |
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... Judith's arms to see the long funeral procession , and a very lively one of being shaken and scolded for breaking out into a cry of recognition at the sight of my father on horseback in the yeomanry troop . People said Sir Guy was a ...
... Judith's arms to see the long funeral procession , and a very lively one of being shaken and scolded for breaking out into a cry of recognition at the sight of my father on horseback in the yeomanry troop . People said Sir Guy was a ...
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... Judith Pepper therefore was a very important per- sonage in our early history , the more so that father was out at work in the fields all day , and we seldom saw him till night . Judith was housekeeper , cook , parlour and dairy maid ...
... Judith Pepper therefore was a very important per- sonage in our early history , the more so that father was out at work in the fields all day , and we seldom saw him till night . Judith was housekeeper , cook , parlour and dairy maid ...
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... Judith , " I was met by so withering a look of scorn that I held my peace ever after . Poor Judith ! she had her angles and rough edges , but there was not a better soul alive , or one who had a more true - hearted care for Harold and ...
... Judith , " I was met by so withering a look of scorn that I held my peace ever after . Poor Judith ! she had her angles and rough edges , but there was not a better soul alive , or one who had a more true - hearted care for Harold and ...
Strona 10
Our valley. unanswerable argument , " For greater salvati a word which , in Judith's dialect , stood for sa If , again , after meals she went round with knife plate to scrape together the bread we had crum on the table - cloth , and ...
Our valley. unanswerable argument , " For greater salvati a word which , in Judith's dialect , stood for sa If , again , after meals she went round with knife plate to scrape together the bread we had crum on the table - cloth , and ...
Strona 11
... Judith's kind hands , on a chair by the bed ready for me to put on , was the new blouse with bright buttons which father had promised me on the occasion . There was no doubt about it . I was six years old , and I was still a cripple ...
... Judith's kind hands , on a chair by the bed ready for me to put on , was the new blouse with bright buttons which father had promised me on the occasion . There was no doubt about it . I was six years old , and I was still a cripple ...
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Strona 23 - I loved the brimming wave that swam Thro' quiet meadows round the mill, The sleepy pool above the dam, The pool beneath it never still, The meal-sacks on the whiten 'd floor, The dark round of the dripping wheel, The very air about the door Made misty with the floating meal.
Strona 210 - I sing. (O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South, Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her, tell her, what I tell to thee. *O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each, That bright and fierce and fickle is the South, And dark and true and tender is the North. 'O...
Strona 3 - The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light!