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Siddons' now, you were welcome to improve, if it had been worth it; but I say unto you again, Coleridge, spare my ewe-lambs!

Or it might be that an ancient woman, a mother or a grandmother in Israel, came with her questions and her perplexities to her pastor; and it was pretty certain that just at that moment he was very deep in his next sermon, or had a pressing visit to make. But it would also happen occasionally that one of the tenderer ewe-lambs of the flock needed comfort from the presence of the shepherd.

"And any little ewe-lambs?" says Mr. Bordley, very innocent. Master Chipchase turned the colour of his meat, and his wit failed him. "'Fourthly," recited Mr.

"And any little ewe-lambs?" says Mr. Bordley, very innocent. Master Chipchase turned the colour of his meat, and his wit failed him. "'Fourthly," recited Mr.

Swetenham my pictures my beauties my ewe-lambs that I have been gathering for twenty years that the National Gallery shall have, when I'm gone, if it behaves itself. And she asked me if they were originals, and took my Luini for a Raphael! Yes! it will be a column, said the Ambassador pensively. Then, with a brisk change, he looked up and took the hand that Lucy offered him. 'Good-bye good-bye!

"And any little ewe-lambs?" says Mr. Bordley, very innocent. Master Chipchase turned the colour of his meat, and his wit failed him. "'Fourthly," recited Mr.

In the twenty-eighth, however, and in the "Sigh," and that composed at Clevedon, things that come from the heart direct, not by the medium of the fancy, I would not suggest an alteration. When my blank verse is finished, or any long fancy poem, "propino tibi alterandum, cut-up-andum, abridgeandum," just what you will with, it: but spare my ewe-lambs! That to "Mrs.

But these literary ewe-lambs were a spectacle to charm the languishing eyes of the spinsters who filled the Old Harbor Inn and the club-women from the yellow water regions who were viewing the marvels of nature as displayed on and adjacent to the ocean.

He sped away to find it, and faithless Dorothy, as the willows closed between them, sprang to her feet and fled like a startled Naiad to the house. When Evesham, pushing through the willows, saw nothing but the bed of wet, crushed ferns and the trail through the long grass where Dorothy's feet had fled, he smiled grimly to himself, remembering that "ewe-lambs" are not always as meek as they look.

Or it might be that an ancient woman, a mother or a grandmother in Israel, came with her questions and her perplexities to her pastor; and it was pretty certain that just at that moment he was very deep in his next sermon, or had a pressing visit to make. But it would also happen occasionally that one of the tenderer ewe-lambs of the flock needed comfort from the presence of the shepherd.