The heiress of Vernon HallJ. Blackwood, 1858 - 394 sider |
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... means of saving her life . This untoward event of course put a stop to the day's entertainments , and all the guests , whose abodes were in the neighbourhood , ordered their carriages to be got ready with- out delay . The storm had ...
... means of saving her life . This untoward event of course put a stop to the day's entertainments , and all the guests , whose abodes were in the neighbourhood , ordered their carriages to be got ready with- out delay . The storm had ...
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... mean sincerity . Not that any one is thoroughly sincere ; for is there , has there ever been , man or woman , who could bear to lay open every secret thought and motive of their hearts - who could bear to be known by others as they know ...
... mean sincerity . Not that any one is thoroughly sincere ; for is there , has there ever been , man or woman , who could bear to lay open every secret thought and motive of their hearts - who could bear to be known by others as they know ...
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... means free from the stateliness and formality belonging to her class , especially to those members of it whose lives have been passed in an ancient mansion , tenanted by a proud old family . She adored my father , and every body and ...
... means free from the stateliness and formality belonging to her class , especially to those members of it whose lives have been passed in an ancient mansion , tenanted by a proud old family . She adored my father , and every body and ...
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... mean , Mrs. Mivart ? " I asked haughtily . " That I am an intruder in my father's own grounds ? " " Oh ! I mean ... means nothing ; and what should an old woman like me know about such things , or about any thing , indeed ? Time was ...
... mean , Mrs. Mivart ? " I asked haughtily . " That I am an intruder in my father's own grounds ? " " Oh ! I mean ... means nothing ; and what should an old woman like me know about such things , or about any thing , indeed ? Time was ...
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... means remarkable , or remarkable only as showing how great a degree of natural inability may exist in a person without entitling any one to call him or her deficient . Miss Bateman was seventeen , rather good- looking , and the heiress ...
... means remarkable , or remarkable only as showing how great a degree of natural inability may exist in a person without entitling any one to call him or her deficient . Miss Bateman was seventeen , rather good- looking , and the heiress ...
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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...