After A Shadow1st World Publishing, 2004 - 184 Seiten ARTY! Arty! called Mrs. Mayflower, from the window, one bright June morning. "Arty, darling! What is the child after? Just look at him, Mr. Mayflower!" I leaned from the window, in pleasant excitement, to see what new and wonderful performance had been attempted by my little prodigy - my first born - my year old bud of beauty, the folded leaves in whose bosom were just beginning to loosen themselves, and send out upon the air sweet intimations of an abounding fragrance. He had escaped from his nurse, and was running off in the clear sunshine, the slant rays of which threw a long shadow before him. |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 42
Seite 11
... never appear. A day seemed like a week or a month. Six o'clock found me in not a very satisfactory state of mind. The ardor of my calculations had commenced abating. Certain elements, not seen and considered in the outset, were ...
... never appear. A day seemed like a week or a month. Six o'clock found me in not a very satisfactory state of mind. The ardor of my calculations had commenced abating. Certain elements, not seen and considered in the outset, were ...
Seite 14
... never grow wiser?" I asked. "We shall never grow happier unless we do," answered Mrs. Mayflower. "Happiness!" I returned, as thought began to rise into clearer perception; "is it not the shadow after which we are all chasing, with such ...
... never grow wiser?" I asked. "We shall never grow happier unless we do," answered Mrs. Mayflower. "Happiness!" I returned, as thought began to rise into clearer perception; "is it not the shadow after which we are all chasing, with such ...
Seite 15
... never enter with conscious life. We are always losing the happiness of our to-days; and our to-morrows never come." I sighed my response, and sat for a long time silent. When the tea bell interrupted me from my reverie, Arty lay fast ...
... never enter with conscious life. We are always losing the happiness of our to-days; and our to-morrows never come." I sighed my response, and sat for a long time silent. When the tea bell interrupted me from my reverie, Arty lay fast ...
Seite 17
... never drank to excess, and never seemed inclined to sensual indulgences. He had, moreover, a way of moralizing that completely veiled his true quality from the not very penetrating Martin Green, whose shrewdness and knowledge of ...
... never drank to excess, and never seemed inclined to sensual indulgences. He had, moreover, a way of moralizing that completely veiled his true quality from the not very penetrating Martin Green, whose shrewdness and knowledge of ...
Seite 18
... never drink anything stronger than ale , " he added , in a confidential way , not waiting for Green to answer his first remark . " Liquors are so drugged nowadays , that you never know what poison you are taking ; besides , tippling is ...
... never drink anything stronger than ale , " he added , in a confidential way , not waiting for Green to answer his first remark . " Liquors are so drugged nowadays , that you never know what poison you are taking ; besides , tippling is ...
Inhalt
10 LITTLE LIZZIE | 108 |
11 ALICE AND THE PIGEON | 118 |
12 DRESSED FOR A PARTY | 123 |
13 COFFEE vs BRANDY | 133 |
14 AMYS QUESTION | 145 |
15 AN ANGEL IN DISGUISE | 149 |
16 WHICH WAS MOST THE LADY? | 160 |
17 OTHER PEOPLES EYES | 170 |
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alice Andy Lovell answered arms Arty asked aunt Helen beautiful better billiard Caldwell Cardinal Wolsey Carleton carpet carriage Cartwright child cigars clerk coffee countenance cousin Sally cripple dear doctor door drink earnest Eldridge evil exclaimed eyes face father feel felt girl give hand happiness heart Hoffman hour hundred dollars hurt husband Jacob Peters Jenks Joe Thompson lady Leslie lips liquor little Lizzie looked Maggie Martin Green Mayflower mind miserable morning mother neighbor never oysters parlor party passed Phillips Phoebe pigeon pleasant poor poorhouse Ralph Gilpin replied ride saloon shadow shilling sick sitting smile soon soul speak spoke stood stranger surprise sweet talk things thought to-day to-morrow Tom Forsyth Tom Hicks tone trouble voice week wife window wine and brandy woman words young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 19 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Seite 121 - STOOP to my window, thou beautiful dove ! Thy daily visits have touched my love! I watch thy coming, and list the note That stirs so low in thy mellow throat, And my joy is high To catch the glance of thy gentle eye.
Seite 122 - This noise of people, — this sultry air ? Thou alone, of the feathered race, Dost look unscared on the human face ; Thou alone, with a wing to flee, Dost love with man in his haunts to be ; And ' the gentle dove ' Has become a name for trust and love.
Seite 19 - Mark but my fall, and that that ruined me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ! By that sin fell the angels : how can man, then, The image of his Maker, 'hope to win by't? Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty ; Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, And silence envious tongues.
Seite 122 - Thou alone, of the feathered race, Dost look unscared on the human face ; Thou alone, with a wing to flee, Dost love with man in his haunts to be , And the " gentle dove " Has become a name for trust and love. A holy gift is thine, sweet bird ! Thou'rt named with childhood's earliest word ; Thou'rt linked with all that is fresh and wild In the prisoned thoughts of the city child ; And thy even wings Are its brightest image of moving things.
Seite 111 - See here, my friend! If you are about making a temperance lecture, you can adjourn to the Town Hall or the Methodist Chapel." The stranger moved aside a pace or two, so that the hand of Jenks might fall from his person, and then said, mildly, "There must be something wrong here if a man may not speak in praise of water without giving offense.
Seite 57 - The sick man did not respond warmly to this proposition. He had been so long a mere recipient of good offices, - had so long felt himself the object towards which pity and service must tend, - that he had nearly lost the relish for good deeds. Idle dependence had made him selfish. "Give this poor cripple a lesson every day," went on the neighbor, pressing home the subject, "and talk and read to him.
Seite 56 - I stopped to say a word to poor Tom Hicks, the cripple, as he stood swinging on the gate before his mother's house, looking so unhappy that I pitied him in my heart. 'What do you do with yourself all through these long days, Tom?' I asked. 'Nothing,' he replied, moodily. 'Don't you read sometimes?' I queried. 'Can't read,' was his sullen answer. 'Were you never at school?' I went on. 'No: how can I get to school?' 'Why don't your mother teach you?' 'Because she can't read herself,