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Fiction (1905)
EN NWISBN: 9781236994813 bzw. 1236994817, in Englisch, RareBooksClub, neu.
Lieferung aus: Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika, Versandkosten nach: DEU.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, BuySomeBooks.
RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 40 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 edition. Excerpt: . . . hopefully she heard, And almost hoped herself; but when he turnd The current of his talk to graver things, In sailor fashion roughly sermonizing On providence and trust in Heaven, she heard, Heard and not heard him; as the village girl, Who sets her pitcher underneath the spring, Musing on him that used to fill it for her, Hears and not hears, and lets it overflow. At length she spoke, O Enoch, you are wise; And yet for all your wisdom well know I That I shall look upon your face no more. Well then, said Enoch, I shall look on yours. Annie, the ship I sail in passes here (He named the day), get you a seamans glass, Spy out my face, and laugh at all your fears. But when the last of those last moments came, Annie, my girl, cheer up, be comforted, Look to the babes, and till I come again, Keep everything shipshape, for I must go. And fear no more for me; or if you fear Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds. Is he not yonder in those uttermost Parts of the morning if I flee to these Can I go from him and the sea is His, The sea is His: He made. it. Enoch rose, Cast his strong arms about his drooping wife, And kissd his wonder-stricken little ones; But for the third, the sickly one, who slept After a night of feverous wakefulness, When Annie would have raised him Enoch said, Wake him not; let him sleep; how should the child. Remember this and kissd him in his cot. But Annie from her babys forehead clipt A tiny curl, and gave it: this he kept Thro all his future; but now hastily caught His bundle, waved his hand, and went his way. She, when the day that Enoch mentiond, came, Borrowd a glass, but all in vain: . . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, BuySomeBooks.
RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 40 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 edition. Excerpt: . . . hopefully she heard, And almost hoped herself; but when he turnd The current of his talk to graver things, In sailor fashion roughly sermonizing On providence and trust in Heaven, she heard, Heard and not heard him; as the village girl, Who sets her pitcher underneath the spring, Musing on him that used to fill it for her, Hears and not hears, and lets it overflow. At length she spoke, O Enoch, you are wise; And yet for all your wisdom well know I That I shall look upon your face no more. Well then, said Enoch, I shall look on yours. Annie, the ship I sail in passes here (He named the day), get you a seamans glass, Spy out my face, and laugh at all your fears. But when the last of those last moments came, Annie, my girl, cheer up, be comforted, Look to the babes, and till I come again, Keep everything shipshape, for I must go. And fear no more for me; or if you fear Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds. Is he not yonder in those uttermost Parts of the morning if I flee to these Can I go from him and the sea is His, The sea is His: He made. it. Enoch rose, Cast his strong arms about his drooping wife, And kissd his wonder-stricken little ones; But for the third, the sickly one, who slept After a night of feverous wakefulness, When Annie would have raised him Enoch said, Wake him not; let him sleep; how should the child. Remember this and kissd him in his cot. But Annie from her babys forehead clipt A tiny curl, and gave it: this he kept Thro all his future; but now hastily caught His bundle, waved his hand, and went his way. She, when the day that Enoch mentiond, came, Borrowd a glass, but all in vain: . . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.
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Fiction (2013)
EN PB USISBN: 9781236994813 bzw. 1236994817, in Englisch, 40 Seiten, RareBooksClub.com, Taschenbuch, gebraucht.
Lieferung aus: Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika, Usually ships in 1-2 business days.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, tabletopart.
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 edition. Excerpt: ...hopefully she heard, And almost hoped herself; but when he turn'd The current of his talk to graver things, In sailor fashion roughly sermonizing On providence and trust in Heaven, she heard, Heard and not heard him; as the village girl, Who sets her pitcher underneath the spring, Musing on him that used to fill it for her, Hears and not hears, and lets it overflow. At length she spoke, " O Enoch, you are wise; And yet for all your wisdom well know I That I shall look upon your face no more." "Well then," said Enoch, "I shall look on yours. Annie, the ship I sail in passes here (He named the day), get you a seaman's glass, Spy out my face, and laugh at all your fears." But when the last of those last moments came, "Annie, my girl, cheer up, be comforted, Look to the babes, and till I come again, Keep everything shipshape, for I must go. And fear no more for me; or if you fear Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds. Is he not yonder in those uttermost Parts of the morning? if I flee to these Can I go from him? and the sea is His, The sea is His: He made. it." Enoch rose, Cast his strong arms about his drooping wife, And kiss'd his wonder-stricken little ones; But for the third, the sickly one, who slept After a night of feverous wakefulness, When Annie would have raised him Enoch said, " Wake him not; let him sleep; how should the child. Remember this?" and kiss'd him in his cot. But Annie from her baby's forehead clipt A tiny curl, and gave it: this he kept Thro' all his future; but now hastily caught His bundle, waved his hand, and went his way. She, when the day that Enoch mention'd, came, Borrow'd a glass, but all in vain:... Paperback, Label: RareBooksClub.com, RareBooksClub.com, Produktgruppe: Book, Publiziert: 2013-09-13, Studio: RareBooksClub.com.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, tabletopart.
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 edition. Excerpt: ...hopefully she heard, And almost hoped herself; but when he turn'd The current of his talk to graver things, In sailor fashion roughly sermonizing On providence and trust in Heaven, she heard, Heard and not heard him; as the village girl, Who sets her pitcher underneath the spring, Musing on him that used to fill it for her, Hears and not hears, and lets it overflow. At length she spoke, " O Enoch, you are wise; And yet for all your wisdom well know I That I shall look upon your face no more." "Well then," said Enoch, "I shall look on yours. Annie, the ship I sail in passes here (He named the day), get you a seaman's glass, Spy out my face, and laugh at all your fears." But when the last of those last moments came, "Annie, my girl, cheer up, be comforted, Look to the babes, and till I come again, Keep everything shipshape, for I must go. And fear no more for me; or if you fear Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds. Is he not yonder in those uttermost Parts of the morning? if I flee to these Can I go from him? and the sea is His, The sea is His: He made. it." Enoch rose, Cast his strong arms about his drooping wife, And kiss'd his wonder-stricken little ones; But for the third, the sickly one, who slept After a night of feverous wakefulness, When Annie would have raised him Enoch said, " Wake him not; let him sleep; how should the child. Remember this?" and kiss'd him in his cot. But Annie from her baby's forehead clipt A tiny curl, and gave it: this he kept Thro' all his future; but now hastily caught His bundle, waved his hand, and went his way. She, when the day that Enoch mention'd, came, Borrow'd a glass, but all in vain:... Paperback, Label: RareBooksClub.com, RareBooksClub.com, Produktgruppe: Book, Publiziert: 2013-09-13, Studio: RareBooksClub.com.
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Fiction (2013)
EN PB NWISBN: 9781236994813 bzw. 1236994817, in Englisch, 40 Seiten, RareBooksClub.com, Taschenbuch, neu.
Lieferung aus: Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika, Usually ships in 1-2 business days.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, Book Depository US.
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 edition. Excerpt: ...hopefully she heard, And almost hoped herself; but when he turn'd The current of his talk to graver things, In sailor fashion roughly sermonizing On providence and trust in Heaven, she heard, Heard and not heard him; as the village girl, Who sets her pitcher underneath the spring, Musing on him that used to fill it for her, Hears and not hears, and lets it overflow. At length she spoke, " O Enoch, you are wise; And yet for all your wisdom well know I That I shall look upon your face no more." "Well then," said Enoch, "I shall look on yours. Annie, the ship I sail in passes here (He named the day), get you a seaman's glass, Spy out my face, and laugh at all your fears." But when the last of those last moments came, "Annie, my girl, cheer up, be comforted, Look to the babes, and till I come again, Keep everything shipshape, for I must go. And fear no more for me; or if you fear Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds. Is he not yonder in those uttermost Parts of the morning? if I flee to these Can I go from him? and the sea is His, The sea is His: He made. it." Enoch rose, Cast his strong arms about his drooping wife, And kiss'd his wonder-stricken little ones; But for the third, the sickly one, who slept After a night of feverous wakefulness, When Annie would have raised him Enoch said, " Wake him not; let him sleep; how should the child. Remember this?" and kiss'd him in his cot. But Annie from her baby's forehead clipt A tiny curl, and gave it: this he kept Thro' all his future; but now hastily caught His bundle, waved his hand, and went his way. She, when the day that Enoch mention'd, came, Borrow'd a glass, but all in vain:... Paperback, Label: RareBooksClub.com, RareBooksClub.com, Produktgruppe: Book, Publiziert: 2013-09-13, Studio: RareBooksClub.com.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, Book Depository US.
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 edition. Excerpt: ...hopefully she heard, And almost hoped herself; but when he turn'd The current of his talk to graver things, In sailor fashion roughly sermonizing On providence and trust in Heaven, she heard, Heard and not heard him; as the village girl, Who sets her pitcher underneath the spring, Musing on him that used to fill it for her, Hears and not hears, and lets it overflow. At length she spoke, " O Enoch, you are wise; And yet for all your wisdom well know I That I shall look upon your face no more." "Well then," said Enoch, "I shall look on yours. Annie, the ship I sail in passes here (He named the day), get you a seaman's glass, Spy out my face, and laugh at all your fears." But when the last of those last moments came, "Annie, my girl, cheer up, be comforted, Look to the babes, and till I come again, Keep everything shipshape, for I must go. And fear no more for me; or if you fear Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds. Is he not yonder in those uttermost Parts of the morning? if I flee to these Can I go from him? and the sea is His, The sea is His: He made. it." Enoch rose, Cast his strong arms about his drooping wife, And kiss'd his wonder-stricken little ones; But for the third, the sickly one, who slept After a night of feverous wakefulness, When Annie would have raised him Enoch said, " Wake him not; let him sleep; how should the child. Remember this?" and kiss'd him in his cot. But Annie from her baby's forehead clipt A tiny curl, and gave it: this he kept Thro' all his future; but now hastily caught His bundle, waved his hand, and went his way. She, when the day that Enoch mention'd, came, Borrow'd a glass, but all in vain:... Paperback, Label: RareBooksClub.com, RareBooksClub.com, Produktgruppe: Book, Publiziert: 2013-09-13, Studio: RareBooksClub.com.
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