Waldegrave: A NovelHarper, 1829 |
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... gazed , and the blood forsook his cheek . It was Edith's writing beyond all doubt . Her handwriting was too peculiar to be thus imitated , and no one was more intimately acquainted with it than Waldegrave , who had a thousand times ...
... gazed , and the blood forsook his cheek . It was Edith's writing beyond all doubt . Her handwriting was too peculiar to be thus imitated , and no one was more intimately acquainted with it than Waldegrave , who had a thousand times ...
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... gazed with affection on the tried , unchanging friends of years , who were now assembled round him . ' Sir Claude's well known benevolence and exhaustless flow of spirits , when retailing the anecdotes of his youth , enlivened every ...
... gazed with affection on the tried , unchanging friends of years , who were now assembled round him . ' Sir Claude's well known benevolence and exhaustless flow of spirits , when retailing the anecdotes of his youth , enlivened every ...
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... gazed on the lovely Constance , and seemed to devour her words ; and she , whose spirits were overflowing at the sight of her for- mer companions , conversed with a fire and animation that showed the warm current of feeling fresh as ...
... gazed on the lovely Constance , and seemed to devour her words ; and she , whose spirits were overflowing at the sight of her for- mer companions , conversed with a fire and animation that showed the warm current of feeling fresh as ...
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... sweeps over its own realms , nor wants the guard of man , " returned Constance , in a tone , so wild and flighty that Waldegrave was astonished . WALDEGRAVE . 77 The mournful Edgar turned away and gazed. CHAPTER XXXIV .
... sweeps over its own realms , nor wants the guard of man , " returned Constance , in a tone , so wild and flighty that Waldegrave was astonished . WALDEGRAVE . 77 The mournful Edgar turned away and gazed. CHAPTER XXXIV .
Side 77
A Novel. WALDEGRAVE . 77 The mournful Edgar turned away and gazed on the bright lake , and Constance , waving her hand to all , instantaneously disappeared . " The sun has set for both of us , " thought Waldegrave , as he joined his ...
A Novel. WALDEGRAVE . 77 The mournful Edgar turned away and gazed on the bright lake , and Constance , waving her hand to all , instantaneously disappeared . " The sun has set for both of us , " thought Waldegrave , as he joined his ...
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acquaintance affection agitation appeared Arnoldi Arthur Howard ascer asked Waldegrave Aubrey believe Blevio boat calm Carbonari Commandant Constance Count Osnabruck cried Waldegrave danger dear father dear Waldegrave deep degrave doubt dreadful Edgar Edith exclaimed Waldegrave father feelings feluccas forgive gazed Genoa grave grief hand happiness hear heard heart Heaven Heaven's sake Henry Henry's Hermione's honour hope horror hour knew Lady Hermione Lady Louisa lake lake of Como Larno's lest letter looked Lord Egmont Lord Forrester Lord St lost Luigi Marchese marriage melancholy ment Milan mind Miss Vivian Montara morning Naples Nervi never night observed Pardon passed paused poor promise replied Waldegrave returned round Ruggiero ruin seemed sight silent Sir Arthur Sir Claude Sir Ralph smile sorrow soul spot Steinbach suspicion tell thing thought Waldegrave tion to-night told tone Turin Villanza voice Walde Waldegrave's Waldenburgs wish words
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Side 38 - Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And. thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
Side 135 - But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer : a brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.
Side 76 - Tis the fire-shower of ruin all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements' height, Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and to burn ; Return to thy dwelling ! all lonely return ! For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood.
Side 145 - There settle the account with thy conscience for every past benefit unrequited ; every past endearment unregarded, of that departed being, who can never — never — never return to be soothed by thy contrition! If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the silvered brow of an affectionate parent...
Side 30 - reft of every trust, In joyless union wedded to the dust, Could all his parting energy dismiss, And call this barren world sufficient bliss ? — There live, alas ! of heaven-directed mien, Of cultured soul, and sapient eye serene, Who hail thee, Man-!
Side 91 - Oh ! colder than the wind that freezes Founts, that but now in sunshine play'd, Is that congealing pang which seizes The trusting bosom, when betray'd.
Side 85 - I knew, I knew it could not last — 'Twas bright, 'twas heavenly, but 'tis past ! Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never...
Side 45 - Hath seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing...
Side 13 - Three things a wise man will not trust, The Wind, the Sunshine of an April day, And Woman's plighted faith. I have beheld The Weathercock upon the steeple point Steady from morn till eve ; and I have seen The bees go forth upon an April morn, Secure the sunshine will not end in showers ; But when was Woman true ? False Bard...
Side 176 - there is more joy in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, than over ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance.