Saratoga: A Tale of the Revolution, Том 2 |
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Saratoga: A Tale of the Revolution, Томи 1 – 2 Eliza Lanesford Cushing Повний перегляд - 1824 |
Saratoga: A Tale of the Revolution : in Two Volumes, Том 1 Eliza Lanesford Cushing Попередній перегляд недоступний - 1824 |
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admiration affection Amelia apartment appearance arms asked assured believe Captain O'Carroll Captain Talbot Catherine cause character circumstances Colonel Grahame conduct continued conversation countenance course Dalkeith daughter dear deeply delight desire doubt emotion entered excited exclaimed expect expression eyes father fear feelings felt followed forest give Grahame's hand happiness heard heart honor hope hour Indian inquired interest kind knew lady leave less longer look Major Major Courtland manner Marion means mind Miss Courtland moment morning mystery never night object observed Ohmeina once pain passed passion path perhaps person pleasure present promise quitted reason received regret remained replied resolved returned seemed silence smile society soon sought speak Spencer stranger suffering surprise suspicion Talbot tell tenderness thing thou thought till tion tone turned voice walk wish wounded
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Сторінка 126 - There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ; For I am armed so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind Which I respect not.
Сторінка 176 - Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her.
Сторінка 17 - The love of a delicate female is always shy and silent. Even when fortunate, she scarcely breathes it to herself; but when otherwise, she buries it in the recesses of her bosom, and there lets it cower and brood among the ruins of her peace.
Сторінка 33 - Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou comest in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!
Сторінка 66 - Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And, when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility.
Сторінка 237 - But if the cause be not g-ood. the king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and arms and heads, chopped off in a battle, shall join together at the latter day and cry all 'We died at such a place...
Сторінка 114 - ... •He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer •The worst that man can breathe ; and make his wrongs •His outsides, — wear them like his raiment, carelessly; •And ne'er prefer 3 his injuries to his heart, •To bring it into danger.
Сторінка 45 - twere my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, I think here is not half a kiss to choose Who loves another best.
Сторінка 85 - His Attendants expressed serious apprehensions for his life; But the Uncle entertained not the same fears. He was of opinion, and not unwisely, that 'Men have died, and worms have eat them; but not for Love!
Сторінка 82 - And thon shalt see how apt it is to learn, Any hard lesson that may do thee good.