St. Martin's SummerTicknor and Fields, 1866 - 442 páginas In 1918 South Dakota, Lilly Clark speaks her mind -- even to her neighbor's chagrin. When a immigrant is being persecuted for the war raging overseas, how can she stand by and not come to his rescue? Can this independent woman surrender her desires to her heavenly Father and her heart to the joy of romance? |
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... church . " Le bon homme , " as his friends called him , was not at all learned , nor was relig- ion , in the old sense of the word , one of his promi- nent characteristics ; therefore he grew horribly weary with the length of the ...
... church . " Le bon homme , " as his friends called him , was not at all learned , nor was relig- ion , in the old sense of the word , one of his promi- nent characteristics ; therefore he grew horribly weary with the length of the ...
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... church is a grave containing two human beings . One , whose life had only a breath , a look , a sigh , and then back again to its native heaven . Another , who lived honorable years , loved , served his kindred nobly , re- ceived ...
... church is a grave containing two human beings . One , whose life had only a breath , a look , a sigh , and then back again to its native heaven . Another , who lived honorable years , loved , served his kindred nobly , re- ceived ...
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... church spire , where their baby boy was sleeping his little slumber , and where she also hopes to lie some day , “ God willing , " she says , with a soft submission most touching in one so self - sufficing and firm . ― And now a few ...
... church spire , where their baby boy was sleeping his little slumber , and where she also hopes to lie some day , “ God willing , " she says , with a soft submission most touching in one so self - sufficing and firm . ― And now a few ...
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... Church of Monte Casino ; and the tender beauty of their love steals gently down through thirteen centuries with a light as pure as their great virtue . " Ah yes , " said Janet , as I finished this sweet old story ; " and St. Gregory ...
... Church of Monte Casino ; and the tender beauty of their love steals gently down through thirteen centuries with a light as pure as their great virtue . " Ah yes , " said Janet , as I finished this sweet old story ; " and St. Gregory ...
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... churches , whose massive , four - sided spires , with ogive openings , seemed part and parcel of the mountains from whose sides they jutted out . The Italian campaniles , or bell towers , are the RAILWAY TALK AND CARNIVAL STUDIES.
... churches , whose massive , four - sided spires , with ogive openings , seemed part and parcel of the mountains from whose sides they jutted out . The Italian campaniles , or bell towers , are the RAILWAY TALK AND CARNIVAL STUDIES.
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Página 305 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
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Página 203 - While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
Página 216 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
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