The Wife's Sister; Or, The Forbidden Marriage: A Novel

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W. Shoberl, 1851
 

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Side 264 - Princess" :"Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Side 264 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields. And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Side 257 - I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are ; the want of which vain dew Perchance shall dry your pities : but I have That honourable grief lodged here which burns Worse than tears drown...
Side 270 - END OF VOL. II. LONDON: Printed by Schulze and Co., 13, Poland Stn*, THE WILL; oR, THE HALF-BROTHERS.
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Side 264 - She ended with such passion that the tear, She sang of, shook and fell, an erring pearl Los.t in her bosom : but with some disdain Answer'd the Princess, ' If indeed there haunt About the moulder'd lodges of the Past So sweet a voice...
Side 141 - Dearest friend, take pity on me!' 'Dear Mother, what is the matter? Are you ill? What can I do for you?

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