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Page 73 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear. On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.
Page 24 - She, who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules; Charms by accepting, by submitting sways, Yet has her humour most, when she obeys...
Page 152 - Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me bless his holy name ; who forgiveth all thine iniquities, who healeth all thy diseases ; who redeemeth thy life from destruction, and crowneth thee with loving kindness and tender mercies.
Page 21 - It is so fearfully cold," was the reply ; " and when will you have done, and come to bed ? " " One quarter of an hour more, and I shall have finished it. Poor Myra, you are so nervous, you never can get to sleep till all is shut up — but have patience, dear, one little quarter of an hour, and then I will throw my clothes over your feet, and I hope you will be a little warmer.
Page 300 - She could only utter a faint exclamation. The accusation, if accusation it may be called, was not to be denied. " Now, Catherine, since this young man came into the house, what with his conversation, he's a most gentlemanlike agreeable converser as ever I met with. . . and the prayers, and the chapters, and such like ; and, in short, a certain tone of thought altogether; there has been gradually something new growing up in me.
Page 164 - Sunday, to sit and watch by the bedside of a peevish, uncomfortable sort of an old woman, who was perpetually making demands upon her patience and good-nature, but who really suffered so greatly from her accident, that Lucy's pity and kindness were proof against everything. The young surgeon went and came — went and came — and every time he came, this angel of beauty and goodness was ministering by the old woman's bed. And those eyes of his — eyes of such prevailing power in their almost enthusiastic...
Page 217 - Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade; Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade; Where'er you tread, the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
Page 297 - ... have offended him — when at last, he took Edgar out walking, and then confessed that he thought it no longer right, safe, or honorable for him to remain at the Hazels, finding, as he did, that one creature was becoming too dear to him ; and he trembled every moment, lest by betraying his secret he might disturb her serenity ; when at last the confession was made, and Edgar reported it to his wife, then Catherine was ready to jump for joy. In vain Edgar strove to look wise, and tell her to be...
Page 156 - The windows were rarely opened, if ever ; for the poor young things were so unnaturally chilly for want of exercise and due circulation of the blood, that they said they should, and perhaps they might, have taken cold if fresh air were admitted. There was nothing they all dreaded so much as taking cold ; those fatal coughs, which every season thinned the ranks, to be filled with fresh victims, were invariably attributed to some particular occasion when they had