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<p>The ploughmen with the ploughs were returning<lb/> | |||
'' | from the black (fruitful) soil. A long village like<lb/> | ||
a charming garden – the Cots were amidst blooming<lb/> | |||
orchards hidden. The <add>winding</add> smoke ascended to heaven, and<lb/> | |||
an old church with a high steeple dominated over<lb/> | |||
the village, the church yard filled with Yew trees<lb/> | |||
the belfry's bells were heard a mile <add>two leagues </add> off – the bell<lb/> | |||
which <add>had</add> announced the funerals of five generations.<lb/> | |||
While there they looked around, John, bent on his<lb/> | |||
stick asked, 'How it it please you – this our village?<lb/> | |||
Wiesƚaw house is not far off'. But Halina<lb/> | |||
looked on one spot alone. The heaving bosom –<lb/> | |||
opened lips – announced the intensity of her reverence.<lb/> | |||
The joy of some remembrance <del>felt</del> pressed hard upon<lb/> | |||
her heart. She would not speak for in such a state<lb/> | |||
all attempts to breathe were choked. A little further<lb/> | |||
<add>was</add> a hedge <add>& division</add> & opposite a comely cot the stone<lb/> | |||
cross was raised bending by years. Near it willows &<lb/> | |||
around it green turf. Thither the children of the village<lb/> | |||
in their Sunday sports – Then Halina fell on her knees<lb/> | |||
clapped her hands & said to John 'Almighty God', here</p> | |||
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The ploughmen with the ploughs were returning
from the black (fruitful) soil. A long village like
a charming garden – the Cots were amidst blooming
orchards hidden. The winding smoke ascended to heaven, and
an old church with a high steeple dominated over
the village, the church yard filled with Yew trees
the belfry's bells were heard a mile two leagues off – the bell
which had announced the funerals of five generations.
While there they looked around, John, bent on his
stick asked, 'How it it please you – this our village?
Wiesƚaw house is not far off'. But Halina
looked on one spot alone. The heaving bosom –
opened lips – announced the intensity of her reverence.
The joy of some remembrance felt pressed hard upon
her heart. She would not speak for in such a state
all attempts to breathe were choked. A little further
was a hedge & division & opposite a comely cot the stone
cross was raised bending by years. Near it willows &
around it green turf. Thither the children of the village
in their Sunday sports – Then Halina fell on her knees
clapped her hands & said to John 'Almighty God', here
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sir john bowring |
joseph coles |
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jeremy bentham; walter coulson |
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36090 |
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