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... face , as he describes the long hours they are to pass together under spreading trees , and on the velvet turf of royal pleasure - grounds ; and , last delight of all , the floating homewards on the moonlit river , with the count- less ...
... face , as he describes the long hours they are to pass together under spreading trees , and on the velvet turf of royal pleasure - grounds ; and , last delight of all , the floating homewards on the moonlit river , with the count- less ...
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... face , as he describes the long hours they are to pass together under spreading trees , and on the velvet turf of royal pleasure - grounds ; and , last delight of all , the floating homewards on the moonlit river , with the count- less ...
... face , as he describes the long hours they are to pass together under spreading trees , and on the velvet turf of royal pleasure - grounds ; and , last delight of all , the floating homewards on the moonlit river , with the count- less ...
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... face I am so soon to leave . Call up all your courage : you were ever a brave woman . Do you remember ? — ” She laid her hand softly , but firmly , on his lips : for the present was indeed no fitting moment in which to evoke memories ...
... face I am so soon to leave . Call up all your courage : you were ever a brave woman . Do you remember ? — ” She laid her hand softly , but firmly , on his lips : for the present was indeed no fitting moment in which to evoke memories ...
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... face will haunt me there . " " Her face ! Oh , Philip ! " " It should be yours , Nellie , you would say ; but no , you can grant me your forgiveness ere I go ; while she , -Oh ! Helen , we parted in anger , and now the longing for ...
... face will haunt me there . " " Her face ! Oh , Philip ! " " It should be yours , Nellie , you would say ; but no , you can grant me your forgiveness ere I go ; while she , -Oh ! Helen , we parted in anger , and now the longing for ...
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... face of a little child , and her long hair is on my face , and her hands upon my eyes ! Oh , my pretty Marie - my own little girl ; " and then there was a gradual sinking of words into fading whispers , a low soft laugh , and he lay as ...
... face of a little child , and her long hair is on my face , and her hands upon my eyes ! Oh , my pretty Marie - my own little girl ; " and then there was a gradual sinking of words into fading whispers , a low soft laugh , and he lay as ...
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acquaintance Alice answer Archdeacon Arthur Brandreth asked AURORA FLOYD Australia beauty believe better called cheek child Colonel Thorn cousin cried cried Freddy dear death duty Edgar ELEANOR'S VICTORY Ellerton endeavour evil eyes face father fear feel fellow felt Gertrude Gertrude's girl hand happy hear heard heart Helen loved Henry Considine Herbert honour hope hour husband Johnnie Katie knew LADY AUDLEY'S SECRET Lady Thornleigh laugh listen living looked marriage mercy mind mother never night once pain passed Paulett perhaps Pershore Peters Philip Thornleigh pleasant poor racter Rhoda rich scarcely seemed sight silence sister smile sorrow speak spirit spoke stood sure talk Talmash tears tell thing thought Tiverton told truth turned Vaughan voice Wanthorpe weary whispered wife wish woman women words Wrax Wraxham young
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الصفحة 254 - Meantime I seek no sympathies, nor need ; The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted, — they have torn me — and I bleed : I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
الصفحة 457 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
الصفحة 128 - THE flower that smiles to-day To-morrow dies; All that we wish to stay Tempts and then flies. What is this world's delight? Lightning that mocks the night, Brief even as bright.
الصفحة 319 - Forgive, blest shade, the tributary tear, That mourns thy exit from a world like this ; Forgive the wish that would have kept thee here, And stayed thy progress to the seats of bliss • No more confined to grov'ling scenes of night, No more a tenant pent in mortal clay, Now should we rather hail thy glorious flight, And trace thy journey to the realms of day.
الصفحة 21 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
الصفحة 266 - Tender-handed stroke a nettle, And it stings you for your pains ; Grasp it like a man of mettle, And it soft as silk remains.
الصفحة 192 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death, And all the sad variety of pain.
الصفحة 235 - And the Poet, faithful and far-seeing, Sees, alike in stars and flowers, a part Of the self-same, universal being, Which is throbbing in his brain and heart. Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining, Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day, Tremulous leaves, with soft and silver lining, Buds that open only to decay...
الصفحة 247 - Steadfast, serene, immovable, the same Year after year, through all the silent night Burns on for evermore that quenchless flame, Shines on that inextinguishable light...
الصفحة 254 - The tree will wither long before it fall; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn; The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness; the...