The Matchmaker: A Novel, المجلد 3Colburn, 1842 |
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... fortune , his own sermons would perhaps , in the end , raise him to a bishopric , and , in the mean time , procure him a capital living . Julian had heard from De Villeneuve se- veral times ; but as in all his communications he spoke of ...
... fortune , his own sermons would perhaps , in the end , raise him to a bishopric , and , in the mean time , procure him a capital living . Julian had heard from De Villeneuve se- veral times ; but as in all his communications he spoke of ...
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... fortune ! " " Thank Heaven , that is all ! " said old Lindsay . " All ! -how can you be such a fool ? All ! -what could be worse ? He is ruined , he is a pauper , we must maintain him , they are all coming here , and now what is to be ...
... fortune ! " " Thank Heaven , that is all ! " said old Lindsay . " All ! -how can you be such a fool ? All ! -what could be worse ? He is ruined , he is a pauper , we must maintain him , they are all coming here , and now what is to be ...
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... ruin - how can I own that the maddest of speculations has ended in the entire ruin of a princely fortune ! How- ever , it was of my own earning , and there- fore I owe excuses to none . I know that 34 THE MATCHMAKER .
... ruin - how can I own that the maddest of speculations has ended in the entire ruin of a princely fortune ! How- ever , it was of my own earning , and there- fore I owe excuses to none . I know that 34 THE MATCHMAKER .
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... fortune blame . " " 66 6 Oh , that's all very well for you , Ellen ; you are not situated as I am . Your hopes are not destroyed by this , your affections were not engaged , nor your fate entangled .... " 66 Sister , I love you well ...
... fortune blame . " " 66 6 Oh , that's all very well for you , Ellen ; you are not situated as I am . Your hopes are not destroyed by this , your affections were not engaged , nor your fate entangled .... " 66 Sister , I love you well ...
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... fortune ! such a match as Julian was for Augusta ! and now ..... I hope I shall be able to be civil to your uncle , but I feel as if I could beat him . I must go and have a good cry ; and to think of his bringing all that gang of ...
... fortune ! such a match as Julian was for Augusta ! and now ..... I hope I shall be able to be civil to your uncle , but I feel as if I could beat him . I must go and have a good cry ; and to think of his bringing all that gang of ...
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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.