Inez and Emmeline; or, The adopted sister, by A.M. D'I.Routledge, 1867 - 242 pages |
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able Alphabet amiable anxiety arrived asked awhile beautiful Book bright eyes Brothers DALZIEL Cecilia and Emmeline child Clara Owen cloth gilt Coloured Plates comfort countenance Dane's daughter dear papa desk drawing-room dress Emmeline's exclaimed expected eyes Fanny father Fcap feel felt friends George Routledge gilt edges give glad governess hand happy heard heart hope Inez JOHN GILBERT keys kind knew Lady Highflyer leave length little girl lock look mamma Margaret White marriage Martha mind Miss Dane mother NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE Nursery Nursery Rhymes Old Mother Hubbard pain passed Picture-Book Plates coloured pleased pleasure poor printed in Colours Radcliff remain replied Routledge's school-room seemed servants sister soon sorry Starkey sure tears tell theme Thomas Miller thought tion told took trouble uneasiness Vansittart weeping Westbourne whilst Wilde wish wrist write young
Popular passages
Page 12 - Ah ! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before. What the leaves are to the forest, With light and air for food, Ere their sweet and tender juices Have been hardened into wood, — That to the world are children; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below.
Page 24 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Page 195 - Oh sacred sorrow ! by whom souls are tried, Sent not to punish mortals, but to guide ; If thou art mine, (and who shall proudly dare To tell his Maker, he has had his share ?) Still let me feel for what thy pangs are sent, And be my guide and not my punishment...
Page 12 - Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere. For what are all our contrivings, And the wisdom of our books, When compared with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks ? Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.
Page 214 - There are who sigh that no fond heart is theirs, None loves them best — O vain and selfish sigh ! Out of the bosom of His love He spares — The Father spares the Son, for thee to die : For thee He died — for thee He lives again : O'er thee He watches in His boundless reign.
Page 68 - A man's life is a tower, with a staircase of many steps, That, as he toileth upward, crumble successively behind him...
Page 61 - A stone is heavy, and the sand weighty; but a fool's wrath is heavier than them both. 4 Wrath is cruel, and anger is outrageous; but who is able to stand before envy?