The Heiress of Vernon Hall. An Autobiography1858 - 394 sider |
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Side 13
... Tintern , the Earl of Hartley's only son , attaining his majority . The Mordaunts were also on their way there , and ... Lady Hartley aware of your residence here ? " 66 Lady Hartley was so kind as to send me an invitation , " said Agnes ...
... Tintern , the Earl of Hartley's only son , attaining his majority . The Mordaunts were also on their way there , and ... Lady Hartley aware of your residence here ? " 66 Lady Hartley was so kind as to send me an invitation , " said Agnes ...
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... Miss Bray ; but from my heart I can say , happy will be the man who wins and wears her . " A curl of the lip was my only ... Tintern , who was conducting her to his mother's tent , was a young lady apparently about seventeen or eighteen ...
... Miss Bray ; but from my heart I can say , happy will be the man who wins and wears her . " A curl of the lip was my only ... Tintern , who was conducting her to his mother's tent , was a young lady apparently about seventeen or eighteen ...
Side 17
... lady , having remained in the house until this minute , had at first led ... Miss Sutherland and some other girls , one of them her own daughter , were assisting ... Tintern , who appeared little disposed to quit her side . Henry Mordaunt ...
... lady , having remained in the house until this minute , had at first led ... Miss Sutherland and some other girls , one of them her own daughter , were assisting ... Tintern , who appeared little disposed to quit her side . Henry Mordaunt ...
Side 18
... Miss Sutherland , her unknown acquaintance , or Lord Tintern , until the commencement of the archery . This took place rather before the appointed hour , owing to the lowering aspect of the heavens , and the prognostications of the ...
... Miss Sutherland , her unknown acquaintance , or Lord Tintern , until the commencement of the archery . This took place rather before the appointed hour , owing to the lowering aspect of the heavens , and the prognostications of the ...
Side 19
... Tintern to be devoted to the fair Augusta Sutherland . Whether the ... lady , and one who excelled in the art , having hurt her ankle , and gone ... Lady Hartley . I inquired of the gentleman who was standing next to me , the name of the ...
... Tintern to be devoted to the fair Augusta Sutherland . Whether the ... lady , and one who excelled in the art , having hurt her ankle , and gone ... Lady Hartley . I inquired of the gentleman who was standing next to me , the name of the ...
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Adèle affection Agnes answered appeared Arthur asked Augusta beautiful believe better brother Captain Mildmay Captain Spencer carriage child countenance cousin daughter dear Caroline dearest death Deloraine Doctor Martyn door endeavouring exclaimed expression eyes Fabio father feelings felt Fitzmaurice Florence forgive Francesca Francisco Frank Sutherland girl hand happiness Hartwell heard heart hope hour husband Italian knew Lady Laura Lady Tintern Lady Vernon looked Lord Tintern Lucy Lucy's Madame Mademoiselle Monti Mademoiselle Salvi manner Marchese Monti Maria Mildmay Vernon mind Miss Bateman Miss Sutherland Miss Vernon mistress Mivart Monsieur morning mother never Norman Bankes observed once passed perhaps poor Protheroe Protheroe's rejoiced replied returned scarcely scene seemed silent sister smile soon speak spoke sure tears tell thing thought tion told tone took turned utter Vernon Hall voice wife Willis wish woman words young lady
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Side 214 - And even since, and now, fair Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature (') can decree ; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste ; More rich than other climes' fertility ; Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
Side 90 - Alas — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships, that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity ! A something, light as air — a look, A word unkind or wrongly taken — Oh ! love, that tempests never shook, A breath, a touch like this hath shaken.
Side 16 - Who hath not proved how feebly words essay To fix one spark of Beauty's heavenly ray? Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess The might, the majesty of Loveliness...
Side 56 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Side 97 - Twas but an instant he restrain'd That fiery barb so sternly rein'd; 'Twas but a moment that he stood, Then sped as if by death pursued : But in that instant o'er his soul Winters of Memory seem'd to roll, And gather in that drop of time A life of pain, an age of crime.
Side 90 - A something, light as air — a look, A word unkind or wrongly taken — Oh ! love, that tempests never shook, A breath, a touch like this hath shaken. And ruder words will soon rush in To spread the breach that words begin ; And eyes forget the gentle ray They wore in courtship's smiling day ; And voices lose the tone that shed A tenderness round all they said...
Side 11 - Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Side 61 - The indistinctness of the suffering breast; Where thousand thoughts begin to end in one, Which seeks from all the refuge found in none; No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
Side 198 - ... guilt's expiring eye, Are in that word — Farewell ! — Farewell ! These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast, and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there rebel ; I only know we loved in vain — I only feel — Farewell ! — Farewell...