Our valley, by the author of 'The children of Seeligsberg'.1877 |
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... never recovered from the shock of the death of his eldest son , Cap- tain Wyncourt . The event happened in my early childhood . I have a dim recollection of being held up in our servant Judith's arms to see the long funeral procession ...
... never recovered from the shock of the death of his eldest son , Cap- tain Wyncourt . The event happened in my early childhood . I have a dim recollection of being held up in our servant Judith's arms to see the long funeral procession ...
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... never heard the word before , but had an ugly sound , and I began to connect disagreeably with my lame leg , and to wond whether I should ever be like other boys . Harol whom I consulted , however , shook his head , ΙΟ OUR VALLEY .
... never heard the word before , but had an ugly sound , and I began to connect disagreeably with my lame leg , and to wond whether I should ever be like other boys . Harol whom I consulted , however , shook his head , ΙΟ OUR VALLEY .
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... never quick at grasping an idea- " and you know I couldn't have gone on long , it was too uncomfortable . " So we kissed each other and laughed over it , and enjoyed the birthday cake together , forgetful of my bitter disappointment ...
... never quick at grasping an idea- " and you know I couldn't have gone on long , it was too uncomfortable . " So we kissed each other and laughed over it , and enjoyed the birthday cake together , forgetful of my bitter disappointment ...
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... never have noted . I learnt to love the still glory of the woods and the calm of the summer sea , to watch for the changing colours in sky and wave , the lights that shone on the moorland and the deep shadows in the forest - thicket ...
... never have noted . I learnt to love the still glory of the woods and the calm of the summer sea , to watch for the changing colours in sky and wave , the lights that shone on the moorland and the deep shadows in the forest - thicket ...
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... , he was always good and gentle to me , and though , since those days , I have known many brothers , I have never found two that loved each other quite like we did . CHAPTER II . " The petals of to - day. 14 OUR VALLEY .
... , he was always good and gentle to me , and though , since those days , I have known many brothers , I have never found two that loved each other quite like we did . CHAPTER II . " The petals of to - day. 14 OUR VALLEY .
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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!