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... Hatfield - an humble admirer he ought to consider himself , but I fear he has forgotten to number humility among his stock of Christian virtues . " I Was Mr. Hatfield at the ball ? " to 66 " " Yes , to be sure . Did you think he was too ...
... Hatfield - an humble admirer he ought to consider himself , but I fear he has forgotten to number humility among his stock of Christian virtues . " I Was Mr. Hatfield at the ball ? " to 66 " " Yes , to be sure . Did you think he was too ...
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... Hatfield , and the ineffaceable impression she had wrought upon each of them . 66 Well , which of the four do you like best ? " said I , suppressing my third or fourth yawn . I detest them all ! " replied she , shaking her bright ...
... Hatfield , and the ineffaceable impression she had wrought upon each of them . 66 Well , which of the four do you like best ? " said I , suppressing my third or fourth yawn . I detest them all ! " replied she , shaking her bright ...
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... Hatfield's . He read the lessons as if he were bent on giving full effect to every passage . It seemed as if the most careless person could not have helped attending , nor the most ignorant have failed to understand ; and the prayers he ...
... Hatfield's . He read the lessons as if he were bent on giving full effect to every passage . It seemed as if the most careless person could not have helped attending , nor the most ignorant have failed to understand ; and the prayers he ...
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... Hatfield hurried out to get a bow from me , and be in time to put us into the carriage ??? nok , 991 98 59ha zal tof Yes , " answered I , internally adding , " And I thought it somewhat derogatory to his dignity as a clergyman to En ...
... Hatfield hurried out to get a bow from me , and be in time to put us into the carriage ??? nok , 991 98 59ha zal tof Yes , " answered I , internally adding , " And I thought it somewhat derogatory to his dignity as a clergyman to En ...
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... Hatfield would come sail- ing up the aisle , or rather sweeping along like a whirl- wind , with his rich silk gown flying behind him and rustling against the pew doors , mount the pulpit like a conqueror ascending his triumphal car ...
... Hatfield would come sail- ing up the aisle , or rather sweeping along like a whirl- wind , with his rich silk gown flying behind him and rustling against the pew doors , mount the pulpit like a conqueror ascending his triumphal car ...
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Page 80 - God's mercy, and with a quiet conscience; therefore if there be any of you, who by this means cannot quiet his own conscience herein, but requireth further comfort or counsel, let him come to me, or to some other discreet and learned Minister of God's Word, and open his grief...
Page 72 - I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath — a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind : not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
Page 135 - No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere. I see heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity ! Life, that in me has rest, As I — undying Life — have power in Thee...
Page 69 - But first a hush of peace, a soundless calm descends; The struggle of distress and fierce impatience ends; Mute music soothes my breast — unuttered harmony That I could never dream till earth was lost to me. ' Then dawns the Invisible, the Unseen its truth reveals; My outward sense is gone, my inward essence feels — Its wings are almost free, its home, its harbour found; Measuring the gulf it stoops and dares the final bound!
Page 15 - As it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the window. Terror made me cruel; and, finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes: still it wailed, 'Let me in!
Page 151 - I hoped that with the brave and strong My portioned task might lie ; To toil amid the busy throng, With purpose pure and high. " But God has fixed another part, And He has fixed it well : I said so with my bleeding heart, When first the anguish, fell.
Page 61 - COLD in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee ; Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave ! Have I forgot, my only love, to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-severing wave...
Page 64 - Of distraction passed away ; Not a sign of further grieving Stirred my soul that awful day. Paled, at length, the sweet sun setting ; Sunk to peace the twilight breeze : Summer dews fell softly, wetting Glen, and glade, and silent trees. Then his eyes began to weary, Weighed beneath a mortal sleep ; And their orbs grew strangely dreary, Clouded, even as they would weep. But they wept not, but they changed not, Never moved, and never closed ; Troubled still, and still they ranged not — Wandered...
Page 60 - I saw a spirit, standing, man, Where thou dost stand - an hour ago. And round his feet three rivers ran, Of equal depth, and equal flow A golden stream - and one like blood: And one like sapphire seemed to be, But, where they joined their triple flood It tumbled in an inky sea. The spirit sent his dazzling gaze Down through that ocean's gloomy night Then, kindling all.
Page 150 - I shouldn't care what you suffered. I care nothing for your sufferings. Why shouldn't you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence, 'That's the grave of Catherine Earnshaw. I loved her long ago, and was wretched to lose her; but it is past. I've loved many others since: my children are dearer to me than she was; and at death, I shall not rejoice that I am going to her; I shall be sorry that I must leave them!