Olive: A Novel, Том 3Chapman and Hall, 1850 |
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answered arms Aunt Flora beautiful bitter bless Braid Hills Brighton calm child Christal Cousin Olive cried Olive daughter dear death dream Edinburgh evermore eyes face faithful Farnwood father fear feel felt girl glad Gwynne's hand happy Harbury Harold Gwynne Harold's mother hear heard heart Heaven Heidelberg hour kissed knew lassie letter listened little Ailie little Olive lived looked Lyle Derwent Marion marriage maun mind misery Miss Manners Miss Rothesay Morningside murmured never night old lady Olive Rothesay Olive's once pain pale Parsonage passed passion pathies peace perhaps pity poor quiet remember rose Rothesay's scarce secret seemed shame silent sister smile solemn soon sorrow soul speak spirit spoke stood sweet talk tell thee thing thought told trembling unto utter voice walked weary whole wife wish woman words young youth
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Сторінка 197 - How all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He who might the vantage best have took Found out the remedy.
Сторінка 99 - Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill : For Thou art with me ; and Thy rod And staff me comfort still.
Сторінка 115 - I can understand that now. I think, if I were a man, I should fall in love with you." "With me; surely you forget! Oh no, Marion, not with me; that would be impossible!" Marion coloured a little, but then earnestly continued, "I don't mean any one who was young and thoughtless, but some grave, wise man, who saw your soul in your face, and learned, slowly and quietly, to love you for your goodness.
Сторінка 376 - thus." She stole her two little cold hands under his plaid, laid her head upon them, close to his heart, and, smiling, nestled there. And the loud fierce wind swept by, but it harmed not them, thus warm and safe in love. So they stood, true man and woman, husband and wife, ready to go through the world without fear, trusting in each other, and looking up to Heaven to guide their way.
Сторінка 37 - Nay, some may even accuse us of irreverence in thus bringing into a fictitious story those subjects which are acknowledged as most vital to every human soul, but yet which most people are content, save at set times and places, tacitly to ignore. There are those who sincerely believe that in such works as this there should never once be named the Holy Name. Yet what is a novel, or, rather, what is it that a novel ought to be ? The attempt of one earnest mind to show unto many what humanity is —...
Сторінка 322 - She loved him at once with the love of mother, sister, friend, and wife — loved him as those only can who have no other kindred tie — nothing in the whole wide world to love beside. She laid her cheek against his hair — but softly, lest she should waken him. "I thought to have led a whole long lonely life for thy sake, Harold! And I would have led it, without murmuring, either against Heaven or thee, knowing my own unworthiness. But since it is not to be so, I will give thee instead a whole...
Сторінка 99 - Olive caught some words of the hymn — it was one with which she had often been lulled to sleep in poor old Elspie's arms. Distinct and clear its quaint rhymes came back upon her memory now : The Lord's my shepherd, Til not want, He makes me down to lie In pastures green, and leadeth me The quiet waters by.
Сторінка 168 - The Lord bless thee and keep thee! The Lord cause His face to shine upon thee! The Lord give thee thy heart's desire, and fulfil all thy mind.