Wuthering Heights and Agnes Grey, Том 2Bernhard Tauchnitz, 1851 - 316 стор. |
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... walk where my own nature would be leading : It vexes me to choose another guide : Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding ; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side . What have those lonely mountains worth revealing ...
... walk where my own nature would be leading : It vexes me to choose another guide : Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding ; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side . What have those lonely mountains worth revealing ...
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ACTON BELL Agnes AGNES GREY amuse answered Ashby Park asked better Bloomfield carriage Catherine cheerful church cold companion course cried dear delight door Earnshaw Edward Weston exclaimed eyes face father fear feel felt flame of hope friends garden girl glad good-morning governess half hand happy Hareton Hatfield hear heard heart Heathcliff heaven hope Horton Lodge keep knew labour Lady Ashby laugh live look mamma Mark Wood Mary Ann master Meltham mind Miss Grey Miss Matilda Miss Murray morning mother Nancy Nancy Brown never papa pleasure poor pupils quiet rat-catcher replied Rosalie schoolroom scorn seemed Sir Thomas sister smile soon speak spirit suppose sure Susan Green talk tell thee things thou thought told trouble walk Weston wish wonder words Wuthering Heights &c young ladies Zillah
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Сторінка 153 - God's mercy, and with a quiet conscience; therefore if there be any of you, who by this means cannot quiet his own conscience herein, but requireth further comfort or counsel, let him come to me, or to some other discreet and learned Minister of God's Word, and open his grief...
Сторінка 294 - With wide-embracing love Thy spirit animates eternal years, Pervades and broods above, Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears. Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou were left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
Сторінка 290 - Set your slaves to spy ; threaten me with shame : But neither sire nor dame, nor prying serf shall know, What angel nightly tracks that waste of frozen snow. What I love shall come like visitant of air, Safe in secret power from lurking human snare ; What loves me, no word of mine shall e'er betray, Though for faith unstained my life must forfeit pay.
Сторінка 51 - His eyes met mine so keen and fierce, I started ; and then he seemed to smile. I could not think him dead: but his face and throat were washed with rain ; the bedclothes dripped, and he was perfectly still. The lattice, flapping to and fro, had grazed one hand that rested on the sill; no blood trickled from the broken skin, and when I put my fingers to it, I could doubt no more : he was dead and stark...
Сторінка 292 - I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.
Сторінка 273 - There is a spot mid barren hills Where winter howls and driving rain; But, if the dreary tempest chills, There is a light that warms again.
Сторінка 52 - But poor Hareton, the most wronged, was the only one that really suffered much. He sat by the corpse all night, weeping in bitter earnest. He pressed its hand, and kissed the sarcastic, savage face that every one else shrank from contemplating; and bemoaned him with that strong grief which springs naturally from a generous heart, though it be tough as tempered steel.
Сторінка 290 - THE VISIONARY. Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep, Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees. Cheerful is the hearth, soft the matted floor; Not one shivering gust creeps through pane or door; The little lamp burns straight, its rays shoot strong and far: I trim it well, to be the wanderer's guiding-star. Frown, my haughty sire! chide, my angry dame! Set your slaves to spy; threaten...
Сторінка 293 - No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere : I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity ! Life — that in me has rest, As I — undying Life — have power in thee ! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts : unutterably vain ; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main, To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by thine infinity ; So surely anchored...