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... brought them all this way for me , father ! ' answered the boy , with gentle gratitude , - ' for me and Nell , I mean ! Let ' No , no . Not for me . Lennard keep all of them . I have no time for flowers . ' ' Poor chap , how he loves ...
... brought them all this way for me , father ! ' answered the boy , with gentle gratitude , - ' for me and Nell , I mean ! Let ' No , no . Not for me . Lennard keep all of them . I have no time for flowers . ' ' Poor chap , how he loves ...
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... brought you here ? She stopped dead short in her rapid walk , caught her breath in a quick loud gasp , reached out both her hands , and burst out crying . ' O Mr. Bernard , is it you- really you ? Take me home , take me anywhere out of ...
... brought you here ? She stopped dead short in her rapid walk , caught her breath in a quick loud gasp , reached out both her hands , and burst out crying . ' O Mr. Bernard , is it you- really you ? Take me home , take me anywhere out of ...
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so disappointed at not going to the theatre . Little Weston brought orders , and I sent off for you ; but you were not to be found . Then I hoped father would take me , but he wouldn't . He had promised to go somewhere else , he said ...
so disappointed at not going to the theatre . Little Weston brought orders , and I sent off for you ; but you were not to be found . Then I hoped father would take me , but he wouldn't . He had promised to go somewhere else , he said ...
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... brought a wife to me that I should blush to own for a daughter . Never do such a thing as that , Bernard , unless you wish to see me dead at your feet , or the most remorseful hopeless wretch that ever bur- dened this earth ! ' Bernard ...
... brought a wife to me that I should blush to own for a daughter . Never do such a thing as that , Bernard , unless you wish to see me dead at your feet , or the most remorseful hopeless wretch that ever bur- dened this earth ! ' Bernard ...
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... brought indelible disgrace upon the old name ; for , instead of taking to wife , in dutiful filial submission to his good father's will and behest , the slightly humpy and a little worse than plain featured , but richly tochered , only ...
... brought indelible disgrace upon the old name ; for , instead of taking to wife , in dutiful filial submission to his good father's will and behest , the slightly humpy and a little worse than plain featured , but richly tochered , only ...
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Alexander Ross answered arms asked Aspasia beautiful Bernard Keane better Biron Burnlees cheek child Colley Cibber cousin cried daugh dear Dewsbury door dress eyes face father fear feel fell felt flowers Gaillefontaine George Ross girl give glance Glenach Grasper hair hand happy head heard heart Hugh John Lock kissed knew lady Lassie laugh leave Lennard Lily Lincoln's Inn Fields lips listen little Weston look M'Larty Margie marriage married matter Mattie ment mind Miss morning mother nard ness never night Norval once passion Philip Graham poor pretty Ralph Pierce René replied Rose Ross round seemed Sibyl Sir Percy smile speak Steven Keane stood sure sweet tears tell thing thought tion told took turned Ursula violin voice walked wife wish woman words young
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Side 141 - Arms, take your last embrace ! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death ! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide ! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark. Here's to my love ! \Drinks.} O true apothecary ! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Side 262 - Thus, like some wild-flaming, wild-thundering train of Heaven's Artillery, does this mysterious MANKIND thunder and flame, in long-drawn, quicksucceeding grandeur, through the unknown Deep. Thus, like a God-created, fire-breathing Spirit-host, we emerge from the Inane ; haste stormfully across the astonished Earth ; then plunge again into the Inane.
Side 260 - To-night I saw the sun set: he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind; And the...
Side 259 - YE who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow ; attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia.
Side 260 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Side 261 - The genius making me no answer, I turned about to address myself to him a second time, but I found that he had left me; I then turned again to the vision which I had been so long contemplating, but instead of the rolling tide, the arched bridge, and the happy islands, I saw nothing but the long hollow valley of Bagdat, with oxen, sheep, and camels grazing upon the sides of it.
Side 259 - The young men saw me, and hid themselves : and the aged arose, and stood up. The princes refrained talking, and laid their hand on their mouth. The nobles held their peace, and their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth.
Side 145 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Side 258 - THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Side 262 - But whence ?—O Heaven, whither ? Sense knows not; Faith knows not; only that it is through Mystery to Mystery, from God and to God. ' " We are such stuff As Dreams are made of, and our little Life Is rounded with a sleep!