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When thy little playmate brother Lisped in prayer the name of mother - Lisped that sainted name so sweetly that our hearts , though crushed anew , Still , like trampled flowers , seemed turning Upward with a heavenly yearning , While a ...
When thy little playmate brother Lisped in prayer the name of mother - Lisped that sainted name so sweetly that our hearts , though crushed anew , Still , like trampled flowers , seemed turning Upward with a heavenly yearning , While a ...
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The darkness increased , and the faint flash of waves on the lake seemed like white , ghostly hands clutching at life . Two such impressible creatures as we could not long successfully resist surroundings so stern and gloomy .
The darkness increased , and the faint flash of waves on the lake seemed like white , ghostly hands clutching at life . Two such impressible creatures as we could not long successfully resist surroundings so stern and gloomy .
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The exercise , change of air , and the novelty of our way of life , seemed to materially benefit him for a day or two ; but he soon began to pine for home , and , in spite of my arguments , we found ourselves back in less than a week .
The exercise , change of air , and the novelty of our way of life , seemed to materially benefit him for a day or two ; but he soon began to pine for home , and , in spite of my arguments , we found ourselves back in less than a week .
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A VISIT TO THE INDIAN PASS 395 | 10 |
HERMIT of New York The | 81 |
Amari | 112 |
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