Friends and Fortune: A Moral TaleD. Appleton & Company, 1849 - 240 стор. |
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... door open , and stood before her with gravity in her manner , and mirth in her eye . " Martin , I mean to accept the invitation . " 66 ' Very well , my dear , I thought so , all along . " “ Take your pen , Martin , if you please , and ...
... door open , and stood before her with gravity in her manner , and mirth in her eye . " Martin , I mean to accept the invitation . " 66 ' Very well , my dear , I thought so , all along . " “ Take your pen , Martin , if you please , and ...
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... door , announced Lady and the Misses Fenwick . She had never seen them before , but this made no difference in their cordiality : -they were literally overflowing with affection for her : and indeed had loved every member of her family ...
... door , announced Lady and the Misses Fenwick . She had never seen them before , but this made no difference in their cordiality : -they were literally overflowing with affection for her : and indeed had loved every member of her family ...
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... door was followed by the hasty intro- duction of a head in a cap — the face somewhat red and discomposed , and the breathing remarkably short . " Miss Armadale , if you please - I beg your pardon , ma'am - but could I speak to you for ...
... door was followed by the hasty intro- duction of a head in a cap — the face somewhat red and discomposed , and the breathing remarkably short . " Miss Armadale , if you please - I beg your pardon , ma'am - but could I speak to you for ...
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... door , in as aristocratic a style as the hostess could have desired . The door being flung open in an instant , Mrs. Crawford flew into the hall to receive her guest , whispering to her daughters in accents of smothered despair , " Run ...
... door , in as aristocratic a style as the hostess could have desired . The door being flung open in an instant , Mrs. Crawford flew into the hall to receive her guest , whispering to her daughters in accents of smothered despair , " Run ...
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... door to let her pass , she plainly intimated she wished to be alone with her guest . " Can I do any thing for you , Miss Armadale ? " said Margaret , with a slight trembling in her proud nostrils , that Miss Martin thoroughly understood ...
... door to let her pass , she plainly intimated she wished to be alone with her guest . " Can I do any thing for you , Miss Armadale ? " said Margaret , with a slight trembling in her proud nostrils , that Miss Martin thoroughly understood ...
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afraid Alfred Crawford Alfred's Antoine Armadale's asked Aunt Strapper beauty better blessing cheek child Christmas comfort Conroy cried Dame dear dear Mary door dress duenna Elizabeth Tudor eyes face father feel felt Ferdinand fire garet girl give glad Grace Grange hand happy head hear heard heart heiress hope Katy knew laughing lips looked ma'am MacMurdoch madale mamma Margaret Armadale Martin dear Mary Leyden mind Miss Arma Miss Armadale Miss Crawford Miss Esther Miss Leyden Miss Martin Miss Theodosia morning mother Nelson never night Nisbett nurse Wilton pardon party poor Portland Place pray replied Rockstone Rory round secret Shipton silent Sir Tudor smile soon speak spirit sure talk tears tell thing thought told turned Uncle Sym Vicar voice walked wish word young lady
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Сторінка 56 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Сторінка 56 - O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Сторінка 50 - Christian saw the picture of a very grave person hang up against the wall ; and this was the fashion of it : it had eyes lifted up to heaven, the best of books in his hand, the law of truth was written upon his lips, the world was behind his back ; he stood as if he pleaded with men ; and a crown of gold did hang over his head.
Сторінка 55 - The Tempest" Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air...
Сторінка 56 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury...
Сторінка 50 - ... had eyes lifted up to heaven, the best of books in his hand, the law of truth was written on his lips, the world was behind his back, it stood as if it pleaded with men, and a crown of gold did hang over its head.
Сторінка 179 - Where shall he rest his wing ? where turn for flight ? For all around is Light, — Primal, essential, all-pervading Light ! Heart cannot think, nor tongue declare, Nor eyes of Angel bear, That Glory unimaginably bright; The Sun himself had seemed A speck of darkness there, Amid that Light of Light ! 13.
Сторінка 234 - Be glad, ye children of Zion, and rejoice in the Lord your God. He has crowned the year with goodness ; He has glorified the earth with deliverance ; if ye should ' rejoice in the Lord alway,' above all should ye do so now. Only take heed that ye rejoice aright; that Christmas drown not the name of Christ; that in the joy of the Saviour's Birth ye neglect...
Сторінка 306 - You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand, Such as I am: though for myself alone I would not be ambitious in my wish, To wish myself much better; yet for you I would be trebled twenty times myself...
Сторінка 236 - ... obedience; bringing heart, and soul, and strength, and intellect, as offerings to the Bridegroom's Table. Children of the Earth, wild olives of the Gentiles, listen to the Song of Christmas. Yes ! there are hearts that love Him, and find their joy in His favour. Who are they that wake the Nativity Morn with the loudest and sweetest carols ? that fill the Lord's Courts with beaming faces, and bring the brightest smile, and the happiest laugh, for the meeting of affection at home ? Who but they...