Massenburg [by C.M. Caddell]. |
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... turned the paper over and over in his hands , and examined every curve of the letters , and twisted it round and round , delaying to open it ; like a man who knows the hand - writing of an often delayed dun , and cannot find courage to ...
... turned the paper over and over in his hands , and examined every curve of the letters , and twisted it round and round , delaying to open it ; like a man who knows the hand - writing of an often delayed dun , and cannot find courage to ...
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... turned his head away with a slight smile , which said plainly enough , ' Now it is your turn . ' Eliza compared him with her mental portrait , and was obliged to confess there was no resemblance . It was true he was handsome , but it ...
... turned his head away with a slight smile , which said plainly enough , ' Now it is your turn . ' Eliza compared him with her mental portrait , and was obliged to confess there was no resemblance . It was true he was handsome , but it ...
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... turned , meaning to endea- vour to retrace her steps home , but which of the many turnings on the right hand of Oxford - street was to lead her there , she soon found she was wholly ignorant . Timidity prevented her inquiring , and at ...
... turned , meaning to endea- vour to retrace her steps home , but which of the many turnings on the right hand of Oxford - street was to lead her there , she soon found she was wholly ignorant . Timidity prevented her inquiring , and at ...
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... turned back upon them . And yet , " he add- ed , softening his tone , and looking affec- tionately on her , " I know not that the change matters , so that the heart beat as peaceably beneath this silken sheen . " They walked on a few ...
... turned back upon them . And yet , " he add- ed , softening his tone , and looking affec- tionately on her , " I know not that the change matters , so that the heart beat as peaceably beneath this silken sheen . " They walked on a few ...
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... turned poet for your fair sake ; I , who have hitherto despised the whole rhyming tribe ; and have been composing a sonnet to your eye - brows - Thus it begins , The rainbow arch of splendid hue , Midst dropping gems of sparkling dew ...
... turned poet for your fair sake ; I , who have hitherto despised the whole rhyming tribe ; and have been composing a sonnet to your eye - brows - Thus it begins , The rainbow arch of splendid hue , Midst dropping gems of sparkling dew ...
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الصفحة 113 - Be full, ye courts, be great who will; Search for Peace with all your skill: Open wide the lofty door, Seek her on the marble floor, In vain ye search, she is not there; In vain ye search the domes of Care! Grass and flowers Quiet treads, On the meads, and mountain-heads, Along with Pleasure, close allied, Ever by each other's side: And often, by the murmuring rill, Hears the thrush, while all is still, Within the groves of Grongar Hill.
الصفحة 201 - The bow well bent and smart the spring, Vice seems already slain, But passion rudely snaps the string, And it revives again.
الصفحة 135 - How many bright eyes grow dim— how many soft cheeks grow pale— how many lovely forms fade away into the tomb, and none can tell the cause that blighted their loveliness! As the dove will clasp its wings to its side, and cover and conceal the arrow that is preying on its vitals, so is it the nature of woman to hide from the world the pangs of wounded affection.
الصفحة 240 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
الصفحة 226 - Anemones, that spangled every grove, The primrose wan, and harebell mildly blue. No more shall violets linger in the dell, Or purple orchis variegate the plain, Till Spring again shall call forth every bell, And dress with humid hands her wreaths again. Ah, poor humanity ! so frail, so fair, ; \ Are the fond visions of thy early day, " Till tyrant passion, and corrosive care, ^ Bid all thy fairy colours fade away ! Another May new buds and flowers shall bring ; Ah ! why has happiness no second spring...
الصفحة 234 - Love various minds does variously inspire : It stirs in gentle bosoms gentle fire, Like that of incense on the altar laid ; But raging flames tempestuous souls invade : A fire which every windy passion blows, . With pride it mounts, or with revenge it glows.
الصفحة 137 - Look for her, after a little while, and you find friendship weeping over her untimely grave, and wondering that one, who but lately glowed with all the radiance of health and beauty, should so speedily be brought down to "darkness and the worm.
الصفحة 298 - TOO late I stayed, forgive the crime, — Unheeded flew the hours; How noiseless falls the foot of Time That only treads on flowers!
الصفحة 222 - Of a mere lifeless, violated form: While those whom love cements in holy faith And equal transport, free as Nature live, Disdaining fear. What is the world to them, Its pomp, its pleasure, and its nonsense all! Who in each other clasp whatever fair High fancy forms, and lavish hearts can wish; Something than beauty dearer, should they look Or on the mind, or mind-illumin'd face — Truth, goodness, honour, harmony, and love, The richest bounty of indulgent Heaven.
الصفحة 137 - The most delicate and cherishing attentions were paid her by families of wealth and distinction. She was led into society, and they tried by all kinds of occupation and amusement to dissipate her grief, and wean her from the tragical story of her loves. But it was all in vain. There are some strokes of calamity that scathe and scorch the soul — that penetrate to the vital seat of happiness — and blast it, never again to put forth bud or blossom.