The matchmaker, by the author of 'Cousin Geoffrey'. |
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الصفحة 56
... asked Julian . " There they lie , puffing and wheezing like broken bellows , and fat as prize hogs . - Get off ! " he exclaimed , pushing one with his foot , who , finding the rug too hot even for her , had waddled to his feet ; but ...
... asked Julian . " There they lie , puffing and wheezing like broken bellows , and fat as prize hogs . - Get off ! " he exclaimed , pushing one with his foot , who , finding the rug too hot even for her , had waddled to his feet ; but ...
الصفحة 58
... asked the way to the libraries . Grunter fully explained , fearful lest he should be requested to accompany him . As he left the room , Annie said , " Oh , no one shall show him the way , and he shall go astray . " " No one will show ...
... asked the way to the libraries . Grunter fully explained , fearful lest he should be requested to accompany him . As he left the room , Annie said , " Oh , no one shall show him the way , and he shall go astray . " " No one will show ...
الصفحة 61
... asked . " He is not yet down . " " Aweel , aweel , what will the young folk of these times come to next ? not down , and it's half past ten . Why , when I was a lassie , we dared na sit at breakfast at a ' if we were na a ' ready wi ...
... asked . " He is not yet down . " " Aweel , aweel , what will the young folk of these times come to next ? not down , and it's half past ten . Why , when I was a lassie , we dared na sit at breakfast at a ' if we were na a ' ready wi ...
الصفحة 95
... asked his opinion . However , Annie felt all the admiration she did not inspire : if she had thought Julian's small moustache and imperial beautiful , the immense Grammont of De Villeneuve seemed to her finer still . He was not by any ...
... asked his opinion . However , Annie felt all the admiration she did not inspire : if she had thought Julian's small moustache and imperial beautiful , the immense Grammont of De Villeneuve seemed to her finer still . He was not by any ...
الصفحة 96
... for dinner . What think you of Augusta ? " asked Julian . " She is most beautiful ! " " And of Ellen ? " " She is less , and yet more than beau- tiful . " " And of Annie ? " " She is a wild Scotch girl aping la Pari- 96 THE MATCHMAKER .
... for dinner . What think you of Augusta ? " asked Julian . " She is most beautiful ! " " And of Ellen ? " " She is less , and yet more than beau- tiful . " " And of Annie ? " " She is a wild Scotch girl aping la Pari- 96 THE MATCHMAKER .
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الصفحة 46 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring, To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
الصفحة 222 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth ? Curse on his...
الصفحة 42 - I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
الصفحة 247 - MY birth-day" — what a different sound That word had in my youthful ears ! And how, each time the day comes round, Less and less white its mark appears ! When first our scanty years are told, It seems like pastime to grow old ; And, as Youth counts the shining links. That Time around him binds so fast, Pleased with the task, he little thinks How hard that chain will press at last. Vain was the man, and false as vain, Who said* — "were he ordain'd to run " His long career of life again, . " He...
الصفحة 143 - Winter comes, to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train — Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme ; These, that exalt the soul to solemn thought And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms...
الصفحة 178 - The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole, And oh! that eye was in itself a Soul...
الصفحة 254 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
الصفحة 237 - Was my own lord. Then did I seek to rise Out of the prison of my mean estate ; And, with such jewels as the exploring Mind Brings from the caves of Knowledge, buy my ransom From those twin gaolers of the daring heart — Low Birth and iron Fortune.
الصفحة 273 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
الصفحة 7 - Alas ! regardless of their doom, The little victims play! No sense have they of Ills to come; Nor Care, beyond to-day! Yet see, how all around them wait The Ministers of human fate; And black Misfortune's baleful Train!