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... voice murmured the pa- thetic words . What youth of three and twenty , with a particle of harmony in his composition , could hear the bewitching vocal strain , breathed sweetly from the parted lips of a young and lovely woman , without ...
... voice murmured the pa- thetic words . What youth of three and twenty , with a particle of harmony in his composition , could hear the bewitching vocal strain , breathed sweetly from the parted lips of a young and lovely woman , without ...
Side 43
... answer , and prepared to fulfil her request . His voice was rich and powerful , and the bantering of Mary , accompanied by Bea- trice's quiet commendation , awaited him . when he he had finished ; and the latter gently MORTIMER DELMAR . B.
... answer , and prepared to fulfil her request . His voice was rich and powerful , and the bantering of Mary , accompanied by Bea- trice's quiet commendation , awaited him . when he he had finished ; and the latter gently MORTIMER DELMAR . B.
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... voice , " Will you have any music , George ? " " Not to - night , thank you , Mary , " re- plied he coldly , and still keeping his eyes fixed on his book . " Are you ill , George ? " she enquired , smiling . He shook his head , and she ...
... voice , " Will you have any music , George ? " " Not to - night , thank you , Mary , " re- plied he coldly , and still keeping his eyes fixed on his book . " Are you ill , George ? " she enquired , smiling . He shook his head , and she ...
Side 97
... voice . The young men shouldered their fowling pieces , and , turning down a path , were soon lost sight of among the dark foliage of the pine trees , with which the park was principally wooded . Several subsequent hours were spent ...
... voice . The young men shouldered their fowling pieces , and , turning down a path , were soon lost sight of among the dark foliage of the pine trees , with which the park was principally wooded . Several subsequent hours were spent ...
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... voice , so soft , so bewitching , and he thought of the innocence of her speech and ideas , so pure , that one she loved might mould her to his will , and make her an angel upon earth . How he could adore and love such a being ! How ...
... voice , so soft , so bewitching , and he thought of the innocence of her speech and ideas , so pure , that one she loved might mould her to his will , and make her an angel upon earth . How he could adore and love such a being ! How ...
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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...