Conversation; or, Shades of difference1821 |
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... blessed with a sight of her averted face . " " Ring the bell , my dear , can't you ? " " said the indolent lady Rosvellyn , with- out offering to do so herself , though she was sitting close beside it ; and while he lord Ashbourne ...
... blessed with a sight of her averted face . " " Ring the bell , my dear , can't you ? " " said the indolent lady Rosvellyn , with- out offering to do so herself , though she was sitting close beside it ; and while he lord Ashbourne ...
الصفحة 13
... blessed with a sight of her averted face . " 66 Ring the bell , my dear , can't you ? " " said the indolent lady Rosvellyn , with- out offering to do so herself , though she was sitting close beside it ; and while he he obeyed her ...
... blessed with a sight of her averted face . " 66 Ring the bell , my dear , can't you ? " " said the indolent lady Rosvellyn , with- out offering to do so herself , though she was sitting close beside it ; and while he he obeyed her ...
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... blessings ; she was an anxious , but not an affectionate mother , always miserable if her children looked unhappy , yet con- tinually trying to make them so . Julia Rivers was an orphan , and a poor and nearly friendless one : young in ...
... blessings ; she was an anxious , but not an affectionate mother , always miserable if her children looked unhappy , yet con- tinually trying to make them so . Julia Rivers was an orphan , and a poor and nearly friendless one : young in ...
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... blessed with even a sight of the flame . Oh ! " continued he , after a short pause , in which he seemed engaged in finding opprobrious epithets to heap upon the devoted head of the monopolizer of his ottoman , " if there ever was one ...
... blessed with even a sight of the flame . Oh ! " continued he , after a short pause , in which he seemed engaged in finding opprobrious epithets to heap upon the devoted head of the monopolizer of his ottoman , " if there ever was one ...
الصفحة 112
Heron. CHAPTER VIII . Graceful and useful all she does , Blessing and blest where'er she goes , Pure - bosomed as that watʼry glass , And heaven reflected in her face . COWPER . LORD Ashbourne left Audleyhurst , with- out having had a ...
Heron. CHAPTER VIII . Graceful and useful all she does , Blessing and blest where'er she goes , Pure - bosomed as that watʼry glass , And heaven reflected in her face . COWPER . LORD Ashbourne left Audleyhurst , with- out having had a ...
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admiration affection afflicted amiable anguish Apicius arities asked Audleyhurst beautiful beheld beloved Bentley blessed brother CHAP charming cheek colonel Montrath conversation cousin cried delighted Delwyn dread earl endeavoured epicure Evesham exclaimed eyes father feel Fitzormond gazed gentle gentleman Georgiana Gisburne going grave hand happy hear heard heart hope Howard imagined Julia Rivers Knaresborough lady Caroline lady Hautville lady Langham lady Rosvellyn laughing lips look lord Ashbourne lord Frederic Beauchief lord Monmouth lord Rosvellyn lordship ma'am madam manners Maria Nugent melancholy ment mind Miss Nugent Miss Rivers Miss Waldegrave morning ness never Ottoman Empire pain person pity pleasure poor pray racters rejoined remarked replied returned Revesby Court shew sigh sir Algernon sir Gower sir Lionel Wentworth smile sorrow speak sure sweet sweet lord talking tears tell thing thought tion Valverde voice walked weep Wellmont whilst wish young lady
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الصفحة 27 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
الصفحة 58 - 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!
الصفحة 116 - The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves by thumps upon your back How he esteems your merit, Is such a friend, that one had need Be very much his friend indeed, To pardon or to bear it.
الصفحة 148 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
الصفحة 186 - Their only labour was to kill the time ; And labour dire it is, and weary woe. They sit, they loll, turn o'er some idle rhyme, Then, rising sudden, to the glass they go, Or saunter forth, with tottering step and slow. This soon too rude an exercise they find ; Straight on the couch their limbs again they throw, Where hours on hours they sighing lie reclined, And court the vapoury god, soft breathing in the wind.
الصفحة 63 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
الصفحة 106 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
الصفحة 169 - Why decked with all that land and sea afford, Why angels called, and angel-like adored? Why round our coaches crowd the white-gloved beaux, Why bows the side-box from its inmost rows; How vain are all these glories, all our pains, Unless good sense preserve what beauty gains: That men may say, when we the front-box grace: 'Behold the first in virtue as in face!
الصفحة 34 - Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good, A shining gloss, that fadeth suddenly ; A flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud ; A brittle glass, that's broken presently : A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.