James Gordon's Wife, Том 2Hurst and Blackett, 1871 |
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... paused ; and every eye was turned in the direction of the horse . 66 Sithee , Bill ! He's loike to drop , " ex- claimed one of the men . " He is indeed , " said James ; " Just call the ostler , will you ? I must get him to the stable ...
... paused ; and every eye was turned in the direction of the horse . 66 Sithee , Bill ! He's loike to drop , " ex- claimed one of the men . " He is indeed , " said James ; " Just call the ostler , will you ? I must get him to the stable ...
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... paused - looking up into the sky . All there was calm , still , pure . Myriads of stars fixed on him their passion- less eyes : censuring , so it seemed , his agitation . He turned to earth again ; and his gaze en- countered the trees ...
... paused - looking up into the sky . All there was calm , still , pure . Myriads of stars fixed on him their passion- less eyes : censuring , so it seemed , his agitation . He turned to earth again ; and his gaze en- countered the trees ...
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... - Can't — I— oh ! " The young man , brought suddenly to his senses , paused ; and Mr. Morris puffed , - supported by a tree . " Pray forgive me , " began Charlie , full of compunction . Mr. Morris waved his hand . " JAMES GORDON'S WIFE .
... - Can't — I— oh ! " The young man , brought suddenly to his senses , paused ; and Mr. Morris puffed , - supported by a tree . " Pray forgive me , " began Charlie , full of compunction . Mr. Morris waved his hand . " JAMES GORDON'S WIFE .
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... paused , and a long silence ensued : Cissy musing over her indignation , Gabrielle undecided as to whether she might admire , or whether she ought to condemn . Finally a third feeling overpowered her . " It is a miserable world , " she ...
... paused , and a long silence ensued : Cissy musing over her indignation , Gabrielle undecided as to whether she might admire , or whether she ought to condemn . Finally a third feeling overpowered her . " It is a miserable world , " she ...
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... pausing not pausing to scrutinize the words . And Gabrielle listened , thinking not of the young unknown mother , who had lain nineteen years in her grave ; but of him who had been to her father and mother in one , and to whom ...
... pausing not pausing to scrutinize the words . And Gabrielle listened , thinking not of the young unknown mother , who had lain nineteen years in her grave ; but of him who had been to her father and mother in one , and to whom ...
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66 Cissy ALFRED TENNYSON answered Barber beautiful believe better brielle Charlie Godfrey Charlie's child Cissy's cold cough cousin cried Cissy curtsey daisy chain dear door dream engagement Eversfield exclaimed eyes face fact Farnley fashionable young feel felt flirt Gabrielle Gabrielle's girls glanced gone Gordon hand Hanover Square happy head hear heard heart hope James James's Janet knew Koh-i-noor Kyrie Eleison Lady Louisa laughing leave Leeds little eyes look Lord Joseph Lorton Marian marriage married Miss Featherstone Miss Wynn Morris Never mind Olivia paused perhaps poor present pretty Raynton rectory remember returned Rotherbridge seemed sigh silence Sims Reeves smile soul spoke stare stood suddenly suppose sure talk tell Thank there's things thought tion told tone Trevor turned Undine voice wife wish wonder words young lady
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Сторінка 207 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss, and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay ; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Сторінка 207 - SINCE brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Сторінка 96 - ROCK ME TO SLEEP BACKWARD, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again, just for to-night! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, — rock me to sleep!
Сторінка 282 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Сторінка 96 - Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-night! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep — Rock me to sleep, mother — rock me to sleep!
Сторінка 96 - Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue, Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you! Many a summer the grass has grown green Blossomed and faded, our faces between; Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain. Long I tonight for your presence again. Come from the silence so long and so deep; Rock me to sleep, mother — rock me to sleep.
Сторінка 108 - Be mine a philosopher's life in the quiet woodland ways, Where if I cannot be gay let a passionless peace be my lot, Far-off from the clamour of liars belied in the hubbub of lies ; From the long-neck'd geese of the world that are ever hissing dispraise Because their natures are little, and, whether he heed it or not, Where each man walks with his head in a cloud of poisonous flies.
Сторінка 108 - Ah Maud, you milkwhite fawn, you are all unmeet for a wife. Your mother is mute in her grave as her image in marble above; Your father is ever in London, you wander about at your will; You have but fed on the roses and lain in the lilies of life.
Сторінка 163 - honour, and keep her ' — ' forsake all other ' for her : but will he 'love her' — the first of all? And, if not, what is he going to do? To perjure himself in the sight of God, if not in the sight of man — to kneel before God's altar as a hypocrite — Oh, it is awful ! I cannot think of it.