Laddie: A True Blue Story

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Grosset & Dunlap, 1913 - 541 pàgines
This story tells of Little Sister, the "unwanted child," who plays a key role in bringing together the Princess--their neighbor--and her beloved brother, Laddie.
 

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Pàgina 161 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home...
Pàgina 259 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Pàgina 116 - For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, But man cannot cover what God would reveal. 'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Pàgina 85 - I think, when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How He called little children as lambs to His fold, I should like to have been with them then.
Pàgina 138 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Pàgina 97 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Pàgina 371 - BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy -gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art. Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Pàgina 88 - COME, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known ; Join in a song of sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.
Pàgina 520 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! — oh, my daughter!
Pàgina 117 - A SONG to the oak, the brave old oak, Who hath ruled in the greenwood long; Here's health and renown to his broad green crown, And his fifty arms so strong. There's fear in his frown when the sun goes down, And the fire in the west fades out; And he showeth his might on a wild midnight, When the storms through his branches shout. Then here's to the oak, the brave old oak...

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