Ethel's romance, Том 2;Том 141 |
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... cried and rocked herself to and fro like a wayward child . After a time this outburst of sorrow sub- sided , she went to the window , leant her her face against it , and watched the rain , with dreary , monotonous patience . But ...
... cried and rocked herself to and fro like a wayward child . After a time this outburst of sorrow sub- sided , she went to the window , leant her her face against it , and watched the rain , with dreary , monotonous patience . But ...
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... cried St. Clare , appealingly , to his com- panion . " Did you hear - do you know ? " he asked the man , who , somewhat annoyed at being interrupted in his recital , muttered a " Can't say , I'm sure , " and relapsed into sulky silence ...
... cried St. Clare , appealingly , to his com- panion . " Did you hear - do you know ? " he asked the man , who , somewhat annoyed at being interrupted in his recital , muttered a " Can't say , I'm sure , " and relapsed into sulky silence ...
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... cried St. Clare , " and I will go . I don't mind the rain , and that little pony is good for some twenty miles more . She must come this way to Halford , and in that case I should meet her . When you are rested , go to Halford , and ...
... cried St. Clare , " and I will go . I don't mind the rain , and that little pony is good for some twenty miles more . She must come this way to Halford , and in that case I should meet her . When you are rested , go to Halford , and ...
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... cried Harriett , her own tears falling ; and taking the weak , trem- bling creature by the arm , she led her up to bed . Had Mrs. Mayne been a proud wife , she would have bitterly resented this dismissal of herself and call for Harriett ...
... cried Harriett , her own tears falling ; and taking the weak , trem- bling creature by the arm , she led her up to bed . Had Mrs. Mayne been a proud wife , she would have bitterly resented this dismissal of herself and call for Harriett ...
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... cries of Mrs. Burrows had brought all the people of the house into the room ; but they could not separate the combatants . Burrows had risen to his feet , and his VOL . II . D powerful hands were making sad work with Sevelli's handsome ...
... cries of Mrs. Burrows had brought all the people of the house into the room ; but they could not separate the combatants . Burrows had risen to his feet , and his VOL . II . D powerful hands were making sad work with Sevelli's handsome ...
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Allen asked beauty blush bright eyes brother calm cheek Clare Colonel Montague cried dark dear door drawing-room Ernest Ernest St exclaimed eyes face fancy fear feel fell felt garden gaze gentleman glad Halford hand happy Harriett Mayne head heard heart Herbert hope inquired knew lady Langley's last night leave Leslie light lips London London Bridge looked Lord Talbot marriage married Mary Burrows Maxwell Mayne's ment mind Miss Gresham Miss Mayne morning mother ness never once painful passed passion poor portmanteau portunate replied Justin replied Langley riett ring Robert Mayne Romilly scarcely seemed Sevelli sigh silence sister smile smock-frock Somers sorrow speak stood strange sure tears tell tender thing thought tion to-night tobacco smoke told took trample under foot trembling trusted turned voice walk woman words young
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Сторінка 141 - O too soon adored, by me ! For in the fields of immortality My spirit should at first have worshipped thine, A divine presence in a place divine; Or should have moved beside it on this earth, A shadow of that substance, from its birth ; But not as now: — I love thee; yes, I feel That on the fountain of my heart a seal Is set, to keep its waters pure and bright For thee, since in those tears thou hast delight.
Сторінка 189 - MAIDEN ! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet...
Сторінка 263 - Ah my God, What might I not have made of thy fair world, Had I but loved thy highest creature here ? It was my duty to have loved the highest : It surely was my profit had I known : It would have been my pleasure had I seen. We needs must love the highest when we see it, Not Lancelot, nor another.
Сторінка 141 - That love makes all things equal : I have heard By mine own heart this joyous truth averred, — The spirit of the worm beneath the sod, In love and worship, blends itself with God. Spouse ! sister ! angel ! pilot of the fate Whose course has been so starless...
Сторінка 79 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.
Сторінка 177 - Thy friend put in thy bosom : wear his eyes Still in thy heart, that he may see what's there. If cause require, thou art his sacrifice...
Сторінка 25 - BELOVED, my Beloved, when I think That thou wast in the world a year ago, What time I sate alone here in the snow And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink No moment at thy voice, . . but link by link Went counting all my chains as if that so They never could...
Сторінка 216 - The observed of all observers, quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh...
Сторінка 255 - Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.
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