Temptation; or, A wife's perils [by C.L. Gascoigne].Henry Colburn, 1839 |
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... great a contrast to her aunt . On Mrs. Gardner's face a smile was scarcely ever seen to dwell ; but Helen was sure to hear her joyous laugh echoed back by Morton's , and to B 3 TEMPTATION . 9 soil, and being left to chance, they took ...
... great a contrast to her aunt . On Mrs. Gardner's face a smile was scarcely ever seen to dwell ; but Helen was sure to hear her joyous laugh echoed back by Morton's , and to B 3 TEMPTATION . 9 soil, and being left to chance, they took ...
Side 33
... scarcely thought at all ; but , if he did think , it was certainly not that he was a rejected man ; such an idea never for a moment crossed that dull part of him - his brain . Something there was about Helen , an indes- cribable ...
... scarcely thought at all ; but , if he did think , it was certainly not that he was a rejected man ; such an idea never for a moment crossed that dull part of him - his brain . Something there was about Helen , an indes- cribable ...
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... scarcely account to herself for this change in her feelings . So long as there had been a doubt , so long as her fate was not yet irrevocably sealed , she had been restless and miserable . She wished to act rightly , yet she knew not ...
... scarcely account to herself for this change in her feelings . So long as there had been a doubt , so long as her fate was not yet irrevocably sealed , she had been restless and miserable . She wished to act rightly , yet she knew not ...
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... on her return , to find him invariably in the same place by the window , with the newspaper in his hand ( which , by the by , he scarcely ever read ) , and in general to hear the same quiet remark- " Well ! come back ? TEMPTATION . 71.
... on her return , to find him invariably in the same place by the window , with the newspaper in his hand ( which , by the by , he scarcely ever read ) , and in general to hear the same quiet remark- " Well ! come back ? TEMPTATION . 71.
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... scarcely a cranny or corner to spare . Poor Lady Montgomery , on hospitable thoughts intent , ' was quite in despair about it ; but I told you would not mind where you were put . " her " C Indeed , I should not . In my shooting ex ...
... scarcely a cranny or corner to spare . Poor Lady Montgomery , on hospitable thoughts intent , ' was quite in despair about it ; but I told you would not mind where you were put . " her " C Indeed , I should not . In my shooting ex ...
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anxiety Ashton aunt Letty BEAUFORT HOUSE beautiful behold better blessed Cheltenham child choly Clavering countenance cousin cried dear death delight door dreadful earnest emotion endeavoured excited exclaimed eyes fear feel felt fond Gardner gazed gentle give gomery hand happy hear heard heart Helen Helen Gardner Hesleden hope hour husband innocent inquired kind knew Lady Douglas Lady Mont Lady Montgomery Lady Penrhyn Lady Scone late leave listen little Susan look Lord Montgomery Lord Scone melan melancholy Midsummer Night's Dream mind Miss Anna Maria morning Morton mother nature never night Norburn once passion peace perhaps poor pray prayer quiet quired racter Rawdon replied sake scarcely seemed servants smile soon sorrow soul speak spirit sure sweet tears tell tenderness thing thought tion toady tone turned utter Vernon voice walk watch whilst wish woman words Wyndham young
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Side 270 - 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 242 - One part, one little part, we dimly scan Through the dark medium of life's feverish dream ; Yet dare arraign the whole stupendous plan, If but that little part incongruous seem.
Side 184 - Methought I heard a voice cry " Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
Side 3 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Side 27 - you see, at last, the struggle between the body and the soul. You see conscience forced to yield, even in a redoubt which it had believed impregnable.
Side 30 - It matters little at what hour o' the day The righteous fall asleep, death cannot come To him untimely who is fit to die : The less of this cold world, the more of heaven, The briefer life, the earlier immortality.
Side 236 - thou blessed child ! When, young and haply pure as thou, I look'd and pray'd like thee ; but now — " He hung his head ; each nobler aim And hope and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's hour, that instant came Fresh o'er him, and he wept — he wept! Blest tears of soul-felt penitence ! In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.
Side 32 - ... the peace of Pecquigny. Charles himself acknowledged as much when, in his wrath at this treaty, he said, "He had not sought to bring over the English into France for any need he had of them, but to enable them to recover what belonged to them;" and Louis XI. was a patriotic king when he declared that "there was nothing in the world he would not do to thrust the king of England out of the realm, and, rather than suffer the English to have a bit of territory in France, he would put every thing...
Side 284 - Come unto me, all ye that are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest !" He smiled and wept when he spoke these words.
Side 177 - Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient boy; And balmy rest about thee— Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down and think Of all thy winning ways; Yet almost wish with sudden shrink That I had less to praise.