Nelly Deane: A Story of Every-day Life : in Two Vols, Bind 1William P. Nimmo, 1864 - 261 sider |
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Adam Browne almshouse Andrew answer asked ballet beauty better carriage CHAPTER Charlotte Smith cheek child Clara Malcolm Covent Garden dark Deane's dear doctor door Dr Browne Dr Browne's dress Earlcourt Earlsford Eustace Hartley Evan Jones exclaimed eyes face fancy fear glad gone grandma grandmother grave hand handsome happy Harry Calcott Hartley's hear heard heart honour hope knew lassie last night laughing little girl live look Lord Tenterby ma'am madam married Mary master Miss Nelly mistress morning mother muslin Nelly Deane Nelly's never pale pantomime passed poor pretty replied returned seemed servant side smile sort speak spoke Stella Morton stood strange suddenly sure tell thank theatre Theatres Royal there's thing thought to-night tone turned valet voice waiting walked wife wish woman wonder words young girl young lady
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Side 97 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set, but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Side 120 - 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.
Side 73 - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright ! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear : Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear ! ACT I.
Side 25 - OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
Side 108 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame ? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art. Thou hast...
Side 200 - They parted - ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Side 143 - For he would never thus have flown, And left me twice so doubly lone, Lone as the corse within its shroud, Lone as a solitary cloud, — A single cloud on a sunny day, While all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
Side 189 - twere vain to tell, But gaze on that of the gazelle, It will assist thy fancy well...
Side 200 - But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between;— But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Side 1 - And yet my eyes are filled with tears. With earnest feeling I shall pray For thee when I am far away : For never saw I mien, or face, In which more plainly I could trace Benignity and home-bred sense Ripening in perfect innocence.