Friends and Fortune: A Moral TaleD. Appleton & Company, 1849 - 240 стор. |
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... poor father loved it dearly : I have heard of Rockstone Manor , and Welfield , and Durnton , all my life ; and should I ever decide on settling there , only think how much of my comfort and happiness may depend on the friends I may make ...
... poor father loved it dearly : I have heard of Rockstone Manor , and Welfield , and Durnton , all my life ; and should I ever decide on settling there , only think how much of my comfort and happiness may depend on the friends I may make ...
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... poor relative or humble dependant . Her simple costume only set off her beauty : it seemed as if the dullest observer must detect the truth in the crested head , the commanding brow , the full dark eye and lashes , that had never yet ...
... poor relative or humble dependant . Her simple costume only set off her beauty : it seemed as if the dullest observer must detect the truth in the crested head , the commanding brow , the full dark eye and lashes , that had never yet ...
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... poor fel- low ! he'll go blushing and stumbling up against Miss Armadale , and ask after her father and mother , or make some horrid blunder or other , and keep me hot all over ... No , as I thought at first , Nelson must be the one ...
... poor fel- low ! he'll go blushing and stumbling up against Miss Armadale , and ask after her father and mother , or make some horrid blunder or other , and keep me hot all over ... No , as I thought at first , Nelson must be the one ...
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... poor dependant , with her back to the horses , began to collect her patroness's shawls and books and baskets ; and Antoine , who was among his other nu- merous qualifications , a most consummate actor , threw all his soul into his part ...
... poor dependant , with her back to the horses , began to collect her patroness's shawls and books and baskets ; and Antoine , who was among his other nu- merous qualifications , a most consummate actor , threw all his soul into his part ...
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... poor return for all the trouble you are taking about me . " " Alfred , I wish you would be quiet , " interrupted his mother , with a sharpness that effectually silenced him ; and , on the entrance of Ferdinand , who lounged gracefully ...
... poor return for all the trouble you are taking about me . " " Alfred , I wish you would be quiet , " interrupted his mother , with a sharpness that effectually silenced him ; and , on the entrance of Ferdinand , who lounged gracefully ...
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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...