Hesitation, Or, To Marry, Or Not to Marry?, Bind 2W. B. Gilley, 1819 |
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... Grace will please to pre- pare himself accordingly ! " 114 What a blow ! at a moment too when he was not yet recovered from the effects of Lord Percival's unfortunate elopement --- at this junc- ture doubly unfortunate ! What a note ...
... Grace will please to pre- pare himself accordingly ! " 114 What a blow ! at a moment too when he was not yet recovered from the effects of Lord Percival's unfortunate elopement --- at this junc- ture doubly unfortunate ! What a note ...
Side 142
... grace borrowed from mind alone . Her dark and haughty eye of fire beamed in meteor - like brilliancy , and thril- led the very soul of him on whom it rested in its rapid survey of the scenes around , -sham- ing the feeble lustre of the ...
... grace borrowed from mind alone . Her dark and haughty eye of fire beamed in meteor - like brilliancy , and thril- led the very soul of him on whom it rested in its rapid survey of the scenes around , -sham- ing the feeble lustre of the ...
Side 194
... Grace Belgrave . " I looked at my Nabob , and found , to my great satisfaction , he was occupied with his soup , and apparently forgetful of the exist- ence of this Miss Grace . Well , by the con- trivance of some imp who has a ...
... Grace Belgrave . " I looked at my Nabob , and found , to my great satisfaction , he was occupied with his soup , and apparently forgetful of the exist- ence of this Miss Grace . Well , by the con- trivance of some imp who has a ...
Side 195
... grace of gesture , what animation of in- nocence , indignant at false accusation ? -I placed the success of the game in the gaining of one single trick ; and , Augusta , I lost it . " The wretch heard me with inconceivable coolness ...
... grace of gesture , what animation of in- nocence , indignant at false accusation ? -I placed the success of the game in the gaining of one single trick ; and , Augusta , I lost it . " The wretch heard me with inconceivable coolness ...
Side 200
... grace . Thy countenance was our buckler in the day of our adversity ; teach us now , O Lord , moderation in our success . ” * * * Lord Montague had gazed on the sunken eye , and attenuated countenance , had listen- ed to the altered ...
... grace . Thy countenance was our buckler in the day of our adversity ; teach us now , O Lord , moderation in our success . ” * * * Lord Montague had gazed on the sunken eye , and attenuated countenance , had listen- ed to the altered ...
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admire adoration affected agitation agony Anne de Burgh appeared assure beauty believe Bishop bliss bloom breathed CHAP character Chateau-vieux continually conviction countenance Countess cypher dæmon dandy dare dear dear Jane Deist delightful Duke Earl of Montague elevate engaged exclaimed existence favour fear feeling Flash friendship gaze gentleman Grace Grosvenor hand happiness heart heaven honour hope idea imagine instant Isadora Lady Anne Lady Augusta Lady Clervaux Lady Jane Lorn ladyship laugh learned friend letter looked Lord Montague Lord Percival Lorn lordship madam married melancholy ment mind misery Miss Argyle Monsieur Montague's morning Nabob Napoleon nature ness never object observed once passion perhaps pity pleasure present racter rapture received render replied Salvator Rosa scarcely scene sentiment sighed Sir Thomas Clervaux smile soul suffer suppose Surrey tague talents thing thou tion triumph turally voice whilst woman
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Side 216 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Side 192 - Can I forget the dismal night that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave ! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings...
Side 172 - Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Side 192 - The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, because the Spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth; but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
Side 3 - The naked negro, panting at the Line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave.
Side 3 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Side 250 - Of mortal man, the sovereign Maker said, That not in humble nor in brief delight, Not in the fading echoes of Renown, Power's purple robes, nor Pleasure's flowery lap, The soul should find enjoyment : but from these Turning disdainful to an equal good, Through all the ascent of things enlarge her view...
Side 99 - There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me : When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the. lull'd winds seem dreaming : And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast is gently heaving, As an infant's asleep...
Side 60 - Between th' extremes the daring vessel flies ; With boundless involution, bursting o'er The marble cliffs, loud dashing surges roar ; Hoarse thro' each winding creek the tempest raves, And hollow rocks repeat the groan of waves. Destruction round th...
Side 241 - For there is no remembrance of the wise more than of the fool for ever; seeing that which now is in the days to come shall all the forgotten. And how dieth the wise man? as the fool.