The Matchmaker: A Novel, المجلد 3Colburn, 1842 |
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... kind hearts , and ripening suns , made her heart glad , if she gazed on it through the red , the yellow , or the orange - tinted glass . Then the clear , common , white glass , introduced here and there , caused another change there she ...
... kind hearts , and ripening suns , made her heart glad , if she gazed on it through the red , the yellow , or the orange - tinted glass . Then the clear , common , white glass , introduced here and there , caused another change there she ...
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... kind of review and magazine , in hopes of more no- tices of his book ; at any rate , it was adver- tised in all of them . Mr. Grunter made a slight attempt at renewing his lessons to Annie , but Annie having contrived twice to lose ...
... kind of review and magazine , in hopes of more no- tices of his book ; at any rate , it was adver- tised in all of them . Mr. Grunter made a slight attempt at renewing his lessons to Annie , but Annie having contrived twice to lose ...
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... kind to all around her ; Annie grew fitful , peevish , and idle . • Mr. Lindsay's country neighbours flocked to visit him . There were long morning visits to be paid and received , and long drives to be taken to tedious dinner - parties ...
... kind to all around her ; Annie grew fitful , peevish , and idle . • Mr. Lindsay's country neighbours flocked to visit him . There were long morning visits to be paid and received , and long drives to be taken to tedious dinner - parties ...
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... kind to her he had risked his life for her - he always treated her with a respect which she valued the more , because she felt an inward , ever - haunting doubt of her claim to it . She was in that state of depression , self ...
... kind to her he had risked his life for her - he always treated her with a respect which she valued the more , because she felt an inward , ever - haunting doubt of her claim to it . She was in that state of depression , self ...
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A Novel Mrs. Gordon Smythies. how kind you are ! " and , bursting into tears , she rushed out of the room ...... " You see , Julian , my dear fellow , " said Alphonse , affectionately pressing his hand , " you see all the evil you have ...
A Novel Mrs. Gordon Smythies. how kind you are ! " and , bursting into tears , she rushed out of the room ...... " You see , Julian , my dear fellow , " said Alphonse , affectionately pressing his hand , " you see all the evil you have ...
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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.