The Linwoods: Or, "Sixty Years Since" in America, Том 2Harper & Brothers, 1835 |
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... tears , in spite of her efforts to repress them , starting into her eyes ; " he knows very little of Jasper Meredith . " Alas ! such a suggestion , even from such a source , had power to wound her . " Helen , " she added , " papa is ...
... tears , in spite of her efforts to repress them , starting into her eyes ; " he knows very little of Jasper Meredith . " Alas ! such a suggestion , even from such a source , had power to wound her . " Helen , " she added , " papa is ...
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... dust . Think you , my son , that our chil- dren's children , when they bear their sheaves re- joicing , will remember those who sowed in tears , and with much patience and many prayers ? " For my own part , my dear Eliot , 38 THE LINWOODS .
... dust . Think you , my son , that our chil- dren's children , when they bear their sheaves re- joicing , will remember those who sowed in tears , and with much patience and many prayers ? " For my own part , my dear Eliot , 38 THE LINWOODS .
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... tears when they looked at her . " She never spoke of If the children mentioned his name , or but alluded to him , she seemed deaf and palsied . She never approached the honeysuckle window where they used to sit . She never touched the ...
... tears when they looked at her . " She never spoke of If the children mentioned his name , or but alluded to him , she seemed deaf and palsied . She never approached the honeysuckle window where they used to sit . She never touched the ...
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... at intervals , and some weeks antece- dent to the conclusion . It was evidently traced with a weak and faltering hand , and had been drenched with her tears . She began : " Dear brother Eliot " ( the word " dear THE LINWOODS . 43.
... at intervals , and some weeks antece- dent to the conclusion . It was evidently traced with a weak and faltering hand , and had been drenched with her tears . She began : " Dear brother Eliot " ( the word " dear THE LINWOODS . 43.
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... tears ; but every syllable is im- printed on my heart . You did not believe your ' sister would waste her sensibility , the precious food of life , in moping melancholy . ' Oh , Eliot , how much better must I have appeared to you than I ...
... tears ; but every syllable is im- printed on my heart . You did not believe your ' sister would waste her sensibility , the precious food of life , in moping melancholy . ' Oh , Eliot , how much better must I have appeared to you than I ...
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The Linwoods, Or, "Sixty Years Since" in America, Том 2 Catharine Maria Sedgwick Повний перегляд - 1835 |
The Linwoods: Or, "Sixty Years Since" in America, Том 2 Catharine Maria Sedgwick Повний перегляд - 1835 |
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Archer asked assured aunt Barlow beautiful believe bella Bessie Lee Bessie's bless boat brother Captain Lee cheek Clair cousin creature cried Cunningham dear child door dream Eliot Lee exclaimed face father favour feel felt followed fortune gazed girl glance gout hand happiness heard heart Heaven Helen Ruthven Herbert Herbert read honour hope horse hour interposed Isabella Linwood Jasper Meredith Kisel La Fayette Lady Anne Seton Lady Anne's light lips Lizzy Bengin look ment METASTASIO mind Miss Belle Miss Linwood Miss Ruthven Morristown mother nature never New-York night passed passion paused poor port wine pray pretty prison rebel Rose seemed Sir Henry Clinton Sir Henry's sister smile speak spirit sure tears tell thank thing tion truth turned uncon vanity voice Washington whig woman wonder word young ladies
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Сторінка 38 - I will take from them the voice of mirth, and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom, and the voice of the bride, the sound of the millstones, and the light of the candle.
Сторінка 236 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Сторінка 114 - Look on me! there is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age, Without the violence of warlike death; Some perishing of pleasure— some of study— Some worn with toil, some of mere weariness,— Some of disease— and some insanity— And some of withered, or of broken hearts; For this last is a malady which slays More than are numbered in the lists of Fate, Taking all shapes, and bearing many names.
Сторінка 80 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep...
Сторінка 85 - Unargued I obey : so God ordains; God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise.
Сторінка 50 - ... whenever they see the least attempt to wrest from them by force or shuffle from them by chicane what they think the only advantage worth living for. This fierce spirit of liberty is stronger in the English colonies, probably, than in any other people of the earth...
Сторінка 280 - Washington, the father of his country, " first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen...
Сторінка 255 - Our profession is the chastest of all. The shadow of a fault tarnishes our most brilliant actions. The least inadvertence may cause us to lose that public favor which is so hard to be gained. I reprimand you for having forgotten, that in proportion as you had rendered yourself formidable to our enemies, you should have shown moderation towards our citizens. Exhibit again those splendid qualities which have placed you in the rank of our most distinguished...
Сторінка 179 - She had thrown on her cloak, but had nothing on her head, and her hair fell in its natural fair curls over her face and neck. Singular as it was for the delicate, timid Bessie to appear in this guise in the public street, or to appear there at all, and much as he was startled by her faded, stricken form, the truth did not at once occur to Meredith. The wildness of her eye was subdued in the dim twilight; she spoke in her accustomed quiet manner ; and after answering to his first inquiry that she...
Сторінка 183 - She smoothed the paper envelope. "As often as I looked at it, the feeling with which I first read it shot through my heart — strange, for there does not seem much in it." She murmured the words pencilled by Meredith on the envelope, Can she who weaves electric chains to bind the heart, Refuse the golden links that boast no mystic art ?