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... Isabel : Lady Mount Severn , also , after a fashion ; but her manner was so repellant , so insolently patronising , that it brought the indignant crimson to the cheeks of Isabel . And , if this was the case at the first meeting , what ...
... Isabel : Lady Mount Severn , also , after a fashion ; but her manner was so repellant , so insolently patronising , that it brought the indignant crimson to the cheeks of Isabel . And , if this was the case at the first meeting , what ...
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William Harrison ainsworth. Marling . Lady Mount Severn would have given her diamonds to have got out of it , but there was no escape : diamonds that were once Isabel's ; at least , what Isabel had worn . On the Monday in Passion Week the ...
William Harrison ainsworth. Marling . Lady Mount Severn would have given her diamonds to have got out of it , but there was no escape : diamonds that were once Isabel's ; at least , what Isabel had worn . On the Monday in Passion Week the ...
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... Isabel a stinging blow upon the left cheek . Confused and terrified , Isabel stood in pain , and before she could speak or act , my lady's left hand was raised to the other cheek , and a blow left on that . Lady Isabel shivered as with ...
... Isabel a stinging blow upon the left cheek . Confused and terrified , Isabel stood in pain , and before she could speak or act , my lady's left hand was raised to the other cheek , and a blow left on that . Lady Isabel shivered as with ...
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William Harrison ainsworth. " To see me ? " returned Isabel , in surprise . " Or Lady Mount Severn ? " " He asked for you , my lady . " She took up the card . " Mr. Carlyle . " " Oh ! " she uttered , in a tone of joyful surprise , " show ...
William Harrison ainsworth. " To see me ? " returned Isabel , in surprise . " Or Lady Mount Severn ? " " He asked for you , my lady . " She took up the card . " Mr. Carlyle . " " Oh ! " she uttered , in a tone of joyful surprise , " show ...
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... Lady Isabel , her face in a flame . " Two great slaps upon her cheeks , " continued the young viscount ; " and Isabel cried so , and I screamed , and then mamma hit me . boys are made to be hit : nurse says so . Marvel came into the ...
... Lady Isabel , her face in a flame . " Two great slaps upon her cheeks , " continued the young viscount ; " and Isabel cried so , and I screamed , and then mamma hit me . boys are made to be hit : nurse says so . Marvel came into the ...
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Сторінка 72 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Сторінка 39 - Into a Limbo large and broad, since called The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown Long after, now unpeopled and untrod.
Сторінка 151 - But first, and chiefest, with thee bring, Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...
Сторінка 155 - Or slow distemper, or neglected love, (And so, poor wretch! filled all things with himself, And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale Of his own sorrow) he, and such as he, First named these notes a melancholy strain. And many a poet echoes the conceit; Poet who hath been building up the rhyme...
Сторінка 74 - Ye woodlands all , awake : a boundless song Burst from the groves! and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds ! sweet Philomela , charm The listening shades, and teach the night his praise.
Сторінка 155 - Glides through the pathways ; she knows all their notes, That gentle Maid ! and oft, a moment's space, What time the moon was lost behind a cloud, Hath heard a pause of silence...
Сторінка 155 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter Ibrth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Сторінка 68 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
Сторінка 155 - Most musical, most melancholy" bird! A melancholy bird? Oh! idle thought! In Nature there is nothing melancholy. But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced With the remembrance of a grievous wrong, Or slow distemper, or neglected love, (And so, poor wretch!
Сторінка 78 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn...