De Vane: A Story of Plebeians and Patricians, Bind 1–2Blelock, 1865 - 552 sider |
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Side 8
... sides securely ; but it required some time to make the passage , and the two gentlemen reached the steep road which led up from the river in their walk , and stood there observing the objects about them as they would have studied a ...
... sides securely ; but it required some time to make the passage , and the two gentlemen reached the steep road which led up from the river in their walk , and stood there observing the objects about them as they would have studied a ...
Side 17
... ture in it . " Waring walked up to his side , and De Vane read in his finest style - a style unsurpassed by any one of any age - the lines in which Milton describes Eve : : 1 " For softness she , and sweet attractive grace ; DE VANE . 17.
... ture in it . " Waring walked up to his side , and De Vane read in his finest style - a style unsurpassed by any one of any age - the lines in which Milton describes Eve : : 1 " For softness she , and sweet attractive grace ; DE VANE . 17.
Side 18
... side . 99 " We are fortunate , this morning , Miss Wordsworth , ' said Waring ; " we came to look at books , and did not know that we should have the pleasure of meeting you , " She rewarded him with a gracious smile . " We often find ...
... side . 99 " We are fortunate , this morning , Miss Wordsworth , ' said Waring ; " we came to look at books , and did not know that we should have the pleasure of meeting you , " She rewarded him with a gracious smile . " We often find ...
Side 24
... side . One of the most beau¬ tiful spots in the cemetery in that city , is that where Ed- ward Wordsworth , and Ellen his wife , sleep side by side ; a spot which many feet visit , and upon which many hands yet drop flowers . Esther was ...
... side . One of the most beau¬ tiful spots in the cemetery in that city , is that where Ed- ward Wordsworth , and Ellen his wife , sleep side by side ; a spot which many feet visit , and upon which many hands yet drop flowers . Esther was ...
Side 27
... sides of the building , for the accommodation of the blacks ; and it was filled with them . The pulpit was high above the seats of the building , as if its construction was designed . to impress the hearers with the authority of the ...
... sides of the building , for the accommodation of the blacks ; and it was filled with them . The pulpit was high above the seats of the building , as if its construction was designed . to impress the hearers with the authority of the ...
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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!