De Vane: A Story of Plebeians and Patricians, Bind 1–2Blelock, 1865 - 552 sider |
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Side 10
... Waring , " does she compensate for the absence of mountains ? " " Mountains ! she would shed a glory over Siberia . She is absolutely radiant . Who are they ? " " The gentleman , " replied Waring somewhat gravely , " is a man of fortune ...
... Waring , " does she compensate for the absence of mountains ? " " Mountains ! she would shed a glory over Siberia . She is absolutely radiant . Who are they ? " " The gentleman , " replied Waring somewhat gravely , " is a man of fortune ...
Side 16
... Waring descending the steps of the chapel , and he imme- diately joined him . Waring , what are you to do with yourself this fine day ? Are you disposed for a walk ? " Yes , " replied Waring ; " where shall we go ? " " Into the town ...
... Waring descending the steps of the chapel , and he imme- diately joined him . Waring , what are you to do with yourself this fine day ? Are you disposed for a walk ? " Yes , " replied Waring ; " where shall we go ? " " Into the town ...
Side 17
... Waring ; " if you must go to the fine arts , why not say Raphael's Virgin ? ” " Because , " replied the other , " she does not in the least . resemble her . Nor does she remind me of her , except by her near relation to something divine ...
... Waring ; " if you must go to the fine arts , why not say Raphael's Virgin ? ” " Because , " replied the other , " she does not in the least . resemble her . Nor does she remind me of her , except by her near relation to something divine ...
Side 23
... Waring , " said De Vane , " who is Miss Wordsworth ? " Waring smiled . " She is , as I have already informed you , a niece of Mrs. Springfield . " " Oh ! yes ; but give me her history . " " Her history , " said Waring , " is a brief one ...
... Waring , " said De Vane , " who is Miss Wordsworth ? " Waring smiled . " She is , as I have already informed you , a niece of Mrs. Springfield . " " Oh ! yes ; but give me her history . " " Her history , " said Waring , " is a brief one ...
Side 31
... Waring and himself to visit them . De Vane gladly promised to join his friend in his future visits to the family , and , taking h leave of the ladies , he put his arm in that of Waring , a they turned their steps toward the College ...
... Waring and himself to visit them . De Vane gladly promised to join his friend in his future visits to the family , and , taking h leave of the ladies , he put his arm in that of Waring , a they turned their steps toward the College ...
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De Vane: A Story of Plebeians and Patricians Henry W. (Henry Washington) Hilliard Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2012 |
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admiration agreeable Amalek ardor aristocratic asked aunt beautiful Bishop blacksmith bowed Bowen bright called carriage charm cheerful Christian Claren Clarendon College comprehend conversation course delighted Duke of Saxe-Weimar earnest entered Esther Esther rose exclaimed eyes face feel felt flowers gentlemen Gildersleeve glory glowing Guilford Habersham hand happy hear heard heart heaven hope horse impressed interest ladies learned Leasowes letter light little Eva little girl looked Lord Lord Byron Madame De Staël Mary Sinclair Methodist Miss Godolphin Miss Wordsworth Mlle morning nature never noble observed passed passion patrician perfect person present replied Waring rose sadness seated seemed seen sentiment smiled soul speak splendor spoke Spring Springfield stood sympathy tastes tears Thank thing tion took turned uttered Vane Vane's Vesperini Virginia walked Waring's wish woman young
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Side 243 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Side 256 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims aronnd him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Side 491 - The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
Side 29 - And the times of this ignorance God winked at; but now commandeth all men everywhere to repent: because he hath appointed a day, in the which he will judge the world in righteousness by that man whom he hath ordained ; whereof he hath given assurance unto all men, in that he hath raised him from the dead.
Side 174 - Lay her i' the earth; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring!
Side 486 - Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Side 38 - Yet, ere that leaf shall fall and fade, The parent tree will mourn its shade, The winds bewail the leafless tree — But none shall breathe a sigh for me! My life is like the prints which feet Have left on Tampa's desert strand; Soon as the rising tide shall beat, All trace will vanish from the sand; Yet, as if grieving to efface All vestige of the human race, On that lone shore loud moans the sea — But none, alas! shall mourn for me!
Side 94 - Now go and smite Amalek, and utterly destroy all that they have, and spare them not ; but slay both man and woman, infant and suckling, ox and sheep, camel and ass.
Side 293 - With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! may it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?
Side 256 - Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday, — All this rushed with his blood. — Shall he expire, And unavenged? — Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!