Standard Novels, Том 7J. Cunningham, 1844 |
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... rest assured , he never shall find out that I do not think him equal in blood and breeding to the King of England , as all these Yankees fancy themselves to be . " Herbert gave the letter , but not with the best grace . He did not like ...
... rest assured , he never shall find out that I do not think him equal in blood and breeding to the King of England , as all these Yankees fancy themselves to be . " Herbert gave the letter , but not with the best grace . He did not like ...
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... rest of the world - all - sufficient , self - sufficient , and insufficient . ' " Pardon me , gentle Bessie - I am just now at fever heat , and I could not like Gabriel if he were Whig and rebel . Ah , Herbert ! -- but I loved him ...
... rest of the world - all - sufficient , self - sufficient , and insufficient . ' " Pardon me , gentle Bessie - I am just now at fever heat , and I could not like Gabriel if he were Whig and rebel . Ah , Herbert ! -- but I loved him ...
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... rest . " If , " she continued in her reflections , " he had ever made any declarations , or asked any con- fessions - but I gave my whole heart unasked , and silently . " ' She could have recalled passionate declarations in his eye ...
... rest . " If , " she continued in her reflections , " he had ever made any declarations , or asked any con- fessions - but I gave my whole heart unasked , and silently . " ' She could have recalled passionate declarations in his eye ...
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... rest , " said Bessie , rolling up with her foot a pillow of crisp crimson leaves that had fallen from a young delicate tree , fit emblem of herself , stricken by the first touch of adversity . " But first I will say my prayers , for I ...
... rest , " said Bessie , rolling up with her foot a pillow of crisp crimson leaves that had fallen from a young delicate tree , fit emblem of herself , stricken by the first touch of adversity . " But first I will say my prayers , for I ...
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... rest , admiring and wondering at Lady Anne's performance ; then , intent on the object which alone brought her to Sir Henry's , she begged five minute's audience in the library . • There she goes , " thought Mrs. Meredith , taking a ...
... rest , admiring and wondering at Lady Anne's performance ; then , intent on the object which alone brought her to Sir Henry's , she begged five minute's audience in the library . • There she goes , " thought Mrs. Meredith , taking a ...
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affection answered asked aunt beauty believe Bessie Bessie Lee blessing Boswell Captain Montreville child Colonel Hargrave companion countenance Courcy Courcy's creature cried curricle dear door Eliot Ellen Eredine exclaimed eyes face father favour fear feeling felt girl give glance hand happiness Hargrave's Harriet heard heart Heaven Herbert honour hope hour inquired Isabella Jasper Juliet Kisel knew labour Lady Anne Lady Maria Lady Pelham Lady St Laura leave look Lord Frederick lover madam Maitland marriage ment Meredith mind Miss Arnold Miss Linwood Miss Montreville Miss Mortimer Miss Percy Montague morning mother nature ness never Norwood once passed passion pleasure poor racter recollection replied returned Rose Ruthven scarcely Scotland seemed silent Sir Henry Sir Henry Clinton smile soon spirit stranger sure tears tell thing thought tion treville turned voice whig wish woman words young
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Сторінка 67 - I will take from them the voice of mirth, and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom, and the voice of the bride, the sound of the millstones, and the light of the candle.
Сторінка 76 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep: All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night.
Сторінка 8 - The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Сторінка 69 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow and Pleasure at the helm : Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Сторінка 115 - All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away, Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye. The forms of men shall be as they had never been; The blasted groves shall lose their fresh and tender green; The birds of the thicket shall end their pleasant song, And the nightingale shall cease to chant the evening long ; The kine of the pasture shall feel the dart that kills, And all the fair...
Сторінка 112 - There are; and better the chance of shipwreck on a voyage of high purpose, than expend life in paddling hither and thither on a shallow stream, to no purpose at all.
Сторінка 97 - ... eye fell from its fixed gaze on Meredith ; but suddenly her countenance brightened, and she turned to Isabella, who stood by the mantelpiece resting her throbbing head on her hand, and added, " Take it, Isabella, it is a true symbol to you." Eliot for the first time turned his eye from his sister, and even at that moment of anguish a thrill of joy shot through every vein when he saw Isabella take the bud, pull apart its shrivelled leaves, and throw them from her. Meredith stood leaning against...
Сторінка 97 - She smoothed the paper envelope. "As often as I looked at it, the feeling with which I first read it shot through my heart — strange, for there does not seem much in it.
Сторінка 146 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And e'en those ills that round his mansion rise Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms...
Сторінка 96 - ... whose image had so long been present to her, that seeing him with her bodily organ seemed to make no new impression, nor even to increase the vividness of the image stamped on her memory. She had thrown on her cloak, but had nothing on her head ; and her hair fell in its natural fair curls over her face and neck. Singular as it was for the delicate, timid Bessie to appear in this guise in the public street, or to appear there at all, and much as he was startled by her faded, stricken form, the...