The Dennes of Daundelyonn, Том 3Smith, Elder, 1859 |
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... Into each life some rain must fall , Some days must be dark and dreary . " Although I felt by no means anxious to go to London , yet the desire to get Uncle Edward away from the tantalizing proximity to hops decided me . He should ...
... Into each life some rain must fall , Some days must be dark and dreary . " Although I felt by no means anxious to go to London , yet the desire to get Uncle Edward away from the tantalizing proximity to hops decided me . He should ...
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66 My dear altered Angelica arity Aunt Barbara barrel organs Belgravia better bless Canterbury Cloyne Colonel Arden cousin cried Dandelion Daunde Daundelyonn dear Miss Crockett dear uncle death desolate dinner door dread dress Dubben Dundrum Edwy Eric Eric's Ernest Ernie exclaimed eyes face fear feel felt Fenton Florence Freshfield Fuss garden glad gone hand heart Holdworthy hope hour inquired Isle of Thanet Jenny Wren Jermin knew Lady Bouverie laudanum leave light look Lord Donaghadee ma'am memory mind Minster Miss Sophie morning never night once Otho pale Park Lane pause perhaps Phoebe pleasure poor Angelica's poor uncle remarked remember replied silent Sir Brutus Sir James Carnegie Soph sorrow sudden suddenly sure tell things thought to-morrow tone Twins Uncle Edward voice vols Whirlingham window words
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Сторінка 60 - Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces. How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me ; all are departed ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Сторінка 60 - ... the old familiar faces. I loved a Love once, fairest among women : Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her, — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Сторінка 185 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.
Сторінка 179 - THERE'S not a look, a word of thine My soul hath e'er forgot ; Thou ne'er hast bid a ringlet shine, Nor given thy locks one graceful twine, Which I remember not...
Сторінка 266 - DOUBLEDAY. 2 vols. FRIENDS OF BOHEMIA ; OR, PHASES OF LONDON LIFE. By EM WHITTY, Author of "The Governing Classes.
Сторінка 266 - The style is natural, and displays considerable dramatic power."— Critic. " It is a well concocted tale, and will be very palatable to novel readers.'*— Morning Post.
Сторінка 265 - THE CRUELEST WRONG OF ALL. By the Author of "Margaret ; or, Prejudice at Home.
Сторінка 88 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Сторінка 79 - Enough ! it boots not on the past to dwell : Fair scene of other years, a long farewell ! Rouse up, my soul ! it boots not to repine ; Rouse up ! for worthier feelings should be thine. Thy path is plain and straight ; that light is given ; Onward in faith, and leave the rest to Heaven.