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... returned the nosegay to Beatrice , and his reproachful look as he did so , told her how much he felt her conduct , while he fell into a train of thought from which Mary's conversation could only partially withdraw him . He naturally ...
... returned the nosegay to Beatrice , and his reproachful look as he did so , told her how much he felt her conduct , while he fell into a train of thought from which Mary's conversation could only partially withdraw him . He naturally ...
Side 101
... returned Mortimer , " but all are unwilling to believe it . ” " Well ! my present wish , " said George , as he shook his coat , on which several heavy drops of rain now fell , " is to find some sort of shelter , for we shall be drenched ...
... returned Mortimer , " but all are unwilling to believe it . ” " Well ! my present wish , " said George , as he shook his coat , on which several heavy drops of rain now fell , " is to find some sort of shelter , for we shall be drenched ...
Side 106
... returned his host ; " but they are trifles compared with what others endure , and I am content with every thing around me . Are you able to say the same ? " " I fear not , " replied Mortimer ; " yet I could never be persuaded that the ...
... returned his host ; " but they are trifles compared with what others endure , and I am content with every thing around me . Are you able to say the same ? " " I fear not , " replied Mortimer ; " yet I could never be persuaded that the ...
Side 155
... returned his " I fear your visit will not be a hasty friend , " as I have this day taken leave of the Vernons , for I am under the necessity of leaving you at farthest ; since I scarcely think it would be prudent to defer taking my ...
... returned his " I fear your visit will not be a hasty friend , " as I have this day taken leave of the Vernons , for I am under the necessity of leaving you at farthest ; since I scarcely think it would be prudent to defer taking my ...
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... returning , bearing , with some difficulty , the desired beverage , which , although reduced to half a glass , by the ... returned by Hamilton with a frown ; Maria was not blind to this con- duct , she saw that Charles disliked the young ...
... returning , bearing , with some difficulty , the desired beverage , which , although reduced to half a glass , by the ... returned by Hamilton with a frown ; Maria was not blind to this con- duct , she saw that Charles disliked the young ...
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Mortimer Delmar; and Highfield Tower, by the Author of 'Conrad Blessington' Mortimer Delmar (fict Name ) Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2019 |
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acquaintance affection alarmed Algernon answered appeared arrival baronet Beatrice beautiful believe Beresford better Brookside brother Captain Captain Beresford carriage castle Charles cheek child companion countenance cousin Dalston dear delight distress door Earl Egerton Ellen endeavoured eyes fancy father favour fear feelings felt Frederic girl Grosvenor Place Hamilton hand Hannah happy Hargrave Harry Harry Beresford heard heart heaven Highfield hope Horace hour husband Jessy kind knew Lady Clara Lady Heron laughing leave look Lord Fitz Eustace Lord Stracy Lordship Lorrimer Margaret Maria Mary ment mind minutes Miss Bentham Miss Murray morning MORTIMER DELMAR Mortimer's mother never pain perhaps phaeton pleasure rector rejoined replied returned scarcely silence Sinclair Sir George sister smile soon sorrow spoke Stracy's sure tears tell thing thought tion told tone Trefoil Tulk turned Vernon voice walk wife wish words young
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Side 329 - One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting...
Side 199 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
Side 143 - Tis sweet to hear the watchdog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...
Side 219 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light, quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Side 217 - The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow; It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well : Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell.
Side 203 - That hath loved thee so long, In wealth and woe among ? And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus ? Say nay, say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath given thee my heart, Never for to depart, Neither for pain nor smart; And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay, say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus And have no more pity Of him that loveth thee?
Side 205 - But happy they, the happiest of their kind, Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. 'Tis not the coarser tie of human laws, Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind, That binds their peace ; but harmony itself, Attuning all their passions into love . Where friendship...
Side 44 - Tis true, your budding Miss is very charming, But shy and awkward at first coming out, So much alarmed, that she is quite alarming, All Giggle, Blush ; — half Pertness, and half Pout ; And glancing at Mamma, for fear there's harm in What you, she, it, or they, may be about, The Nursery still lisps out in all they utter — Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.
Side 286 - On his bold visage middle age Had slightly pressed its signet sage, Yet had not quenched the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth ; Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare, The sparkling glance, soon blown to fire, Of hasty love or headlong ire.
Side 176 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot...