I Will be a Lady: A Book for GirlsCrosby and Nichols, 1845 - 167 páginas |
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A Book for Girls Louisa Caroline Tuthill. w 1845.50 . ксата ADEMIAE HARVARDIAN VE RI TAS IN NOV ECCLESIA OLSIEMƏ Harvard College Library THE GIFT OF OF BOSTON . ( Class of 1851. ) 140 " I wish I were home again . Oh dear. SAMUEL ABBOTT ...
A Book for Girls Louisa Caroline Tuthill. w 1845.50 . ксата ADEMIAE HARVARDIAN VE RI TAS IN NOV ECCLESIA OLSIEMƏ Harvard College Library THE GIFT OF OF BOSTON . ( Class of 1851. ) 140 " I wish I were home again . Oh dear. SAMUEL ABBOTT ...
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A Book for Girls Louisa Caroline Tuthill. " I wish I were home again . Oh dear ! Oh dear ! " - p . 31 . 3 A BOOK FOR GIRLS . BY MRS . TUTHILL.
A Book for Girls Louisa Caroline Tuthill. " I wish I were home again . Oh dear ! Oh dear ! " - p . 31 . 3 A BOOK FOR GIRLS . BY MRS . TUTHILL.
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A Book for Girls Louisa Caroline Tuthill. 3 A BOOK FOR GIRLS . BY MRS . TUTHILL . " She had a kindly word for all , And was a patient listener too , Nor deemed it made her more refined Her household duties to eschew . " OLD BALLAD ...
A Book for Girls Louisa Caroline Tuthill. 3 A BOOK FOR GIRLS . BY MRS . TUTHILL . " She had a kindly word for all , And was a patient listener too , Nor deemed it made her more refined Her household duties to eschew . " OLD BALLAD ...
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A Book for Girls Louisa Caroline Tuthill. CHAPTER I. A PLEASANT WELCOME . and BEULAH MORRIS . It is not a pretty name , yet Beulah was a very pretty girl , and a nice girl too , and as well beloved as if her name had been Isabella ...
A Book for Girls Louisa Caroline Tuthill. CHAPTER I. A PLEASANT WELCOME . and BEULAH MORRIS . It is not a pretty name , yet Beulah was a very pretty girl , and a nice girl too , and as well beloved as if her name had been Isabella ...
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acquaintance amused apron asked Zephina awkward Azariah basket Baxter beautiful Beulah Morris blush bonnet Boston bower Caleb Prium carriage CHAPTER child coach comfort cousin Whately curls dear Beulah dear Zephina door dress exclaimed Harriet Ann exclaimed Zephina eyes Fanshaw farm-house father Finey flowers folks glad gone hair hand Harriet Ann Gunn Harriet Martineau heard heart inquired invalid JOAB kind lady-like laugh letter lived look mamma manners Markham Medad Miss Gunn Miss Harriet Ann Miss Morris morning mother Nancy neighbour never nice Perkinsville pitcher pretty queer replied Beulah replied Zephina roses rude seat smile soon Soul Squire Morris stagecoach street sweet tableaux TABLEAUX VIVANTS tell thee thing thought told took voice vulgar walk Weasenby Whately's wife Winthrop Whately wish Yankee girl young friend young gentleman young lady
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Página 130 - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Página 86 - They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why ; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne. And think it kindness to his majesty : A stubborn race, fearing and flattering none.
Página 2 - GOD might have made the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all.
Página 133 - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears , Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept And sleeping when she died.
Página 133 - ... of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Página 137 - ... her hair Half hid Matilda's forehead fair, Half hid and half revealed to view Her full dark eye of hazel hue. The rose, with faint and feeble streak, So lightly tinged the maiden's cheek, That you had said her hue was pale: But if she faced the summer gale, Or spoke, or sung, or quicker moved, Or heard the praise of those she loved, The mantling blood in ready play Rivalled the blush of rising day. But Walter Scott was a young man, and in his great big heart there was still room for love. If...