Huldah: Proprietor of the Wagon-Tire House and Genial Philosopher of the Cattle CountryBobbs-Merrill Company, 1904 - 316 strani |
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Aunt Huldah: Proprietor of the Wagon-Tire House and Genial Philosopher of ... Grace MacGowan Cooke Predogled ni na voljo - 2018 |
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Stran 1 - SING, O barren, thou that didst not bear; Break forth into singing, and cry aloud, thou that didst not travail with child : For more are the children of the desolate than the children of the married wife, saith the Lord.
Stran 63 - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
Stran 209 - gainst time or fate, For, lo! my own shall come to me. I stay my haste, I make delays, For what avails this eager pace? I stand amid the eternal ways, And what is mine shall know my face. Asleep, awake, by night or day, The friends I seek are seeking me; No wind can drive my bark astray, Nor change the tide of destiny.
Stran 174 - And to listen to the patter of the soft rain overhead. Every tinkle on the shingles...
Stran 192 - In men whom men condemn as ill I find so much of goodness still ; In men whom men pronounce divine I find so much of sin and blot — I hesitate to draw the line Between the two, where God has not.
Stran 99 - Ah, no! To distant climes, a dreary scene, Where half the convex world intrudes between, Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
Stran 1 - Enlarge the place of thy tent, And let them stretch forth the curtains of thine habitations : Spare not, lengthen thy cords, and strengthen thy stakes ; For thou shalt break forth on the right hand and on the left; And thy seed shall inherit the Gentiles, And make the desolate cities to be inhabited.
Stran 221 - Saul my father seeketh to kill thee : now therefore, I pray thee, take heed to thyself until the morning, and abide in a secret place, and hide thyself: and I will go out and stand beside my father in the field where thou art, and I will commune with my father of thee ; and what I see, that I will tell thee.
Stran 71 - Of my merit On thet pint you yourself may jedge ; All is, I never drink no sperit, Nor I haint never signed no pledge. Ez to my princerples, I glory In hevin...
Stran 37 - Give me to hear the bare footfalls Of children o'er An oaken floor New-rinsed with sunshine, or bespread With but the tiny coverlet And pillow for the baby's head...