The Matchmaker: A Novel, المجلد 3Colburn, 1842 |
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الصفحة 15
... follow out one argument , or acquire one new fact . She , therefore , wisely pretended to be rather hard of hearing ; while Mr. Smiler , the curate , who at first had attended these readings , in the hope THE MATCHMAKER . 15.
... follow out one argument , or acquire one new fact . She , therefore , wisely pretended to be rather hard of hearing ; while Mr. Smiler , the curate , who at first had attended these readings , in the hope THE MATCHMAKER . 15.
الصفحة 27
... follow you in beg- gary through the world . " " Ah ! you wrong Augusta ! " " Who can wrong a coquette ? " " She is no coquette . " " " Cela reste à prouver ! " " At any rate , oblige me by abstaining from censures which I will not ...
... follow you in beg- gary through the world . " " Ah ! you wrong Augusta ! " " Who can wrong a coquette ? " " She is no coquette . " " " Cela reste à prouver ! " " At any rate , oblige me by abstaining from censures which I will not ...
الصفحة 90
... follow her , and , with a lighter heart than he had known for some days , he prepared to do so . But Augusta was ... follows fast the deeds of ill . " At that moment she dreaded to see Julian . She hid herself for some minutes ( when she ...
... follow her , and , with a lighter heart than he had known for some days , he prepared to do so . But Augusta was ... follows fast the deeds of ill . " At that moment she dreaded to see Julian . She hid herself for some minutes ( when she ...
الصفحة 105
... follow you . I will be no burthen , no expense to you . I have some savings of your bounty , some gifts of your benevolence . I will be no burthen to you ; but I will serve you , tend you , toil for - ay , if needful , beg , for you ...
... follow you . I will be no burthen , no expense to you . I have some savings of your bounty , some gifts of your benevolence . I will be no burthen to you ; but I will serve you , tend you , toil for - ay , if needful , beg , for you ...
الصفحة 106
... follow me and my poor friends , in a wretched journey to a remote region ? " " I can , I will ! I shall be with you , uncle , happier , far happier by your side in a dungeon , than without you on the throne of the world . Father ...
... follow me and my poor friends , in a wretched journey to a remote region ? " " I can , I will ! I shall be with you , uncle , happier , far happier by your side in a dungeon , than without you on the throne of the world . Father ...
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الصفحة 68 - 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 169 - SEE, 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, Congenial horrors, hail ! with frequent foot...
الصفحة 29 - 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!
الصفحة 39 - HEAVEN eternal fountain of our feelings! 'tis here I trace thee and this is thy divinity which stirs within me not that, in some sad and sickening moments, my soul shrinks back upon herself, and startles at destruction mere pomp of words!
الصفحة 1 - gainst the thunderstroke; And from beneath his boughs were seen to sally The dappled foresters — as day awoke, The branching stag swept down with all his herd, To quaff a brook which murmur'd like a bird.
الصفحة 125 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue...
الصفحة 39 - Eternal fountain of our feelings! 'tis here I trace thee and this is thy "divinity which stirs within me" not, that in some sad and sickening moments, "my soul shrinks back upon herself, and startles at destruction" mere pomp of words! but that I feel some generous joys and generous cares beyond myself all comes from thee, great great SENSORIUM of the world! which vibrates, if a hair of our heads but...
الصفحة 45 - ... tis an easy matter to pick up sticks enough from any thicket where it has strayed, to make a fire to offer it up with.
الصفحة 138 - I won't trouble you any more.' Then how am I to help you?' 'I didn't ask your help.' Then why come to me?' "Why, indeed!' I echoed. 'Will you let me pass?' 'Not until you tell me where you are going and what you mean to do.' 'Can't you guess?' I cried. And for many seconds we stood staring in each other's eyes. 'Have you got the pluck?' said he, breaking the spell in a tone so cynical that it brought my last drop of blood to the boil. 'You shall see,' said I, as I stepped back and whipped the pistol...
الصفحة 21 - Adieu, poor luckless maiden ! Imbibe the oil and wine which the compassion of a stranger, as he journeyeth on his way, now pours into thy wounds — the Being who has twice bruised thee can only bind them up for ever.