The Matchmaker: A Novel, المجلد 3Colburn, 1842 |
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... and latent disease had made so rapidly in one who had seemed , at her début , to deserve as well the title of Queen of Beauty as that of Queen of Song : true , the scene , the dress , the lights THE MATCHMAKER . 21 CHAPTER XLIX. ...
... and latent disease had made so rapidly in one who had seemed , at her début , to deserve as well the title of Queen of Beauty as that of Queen of Song : true , the scene , the dress , the lights THE MATCHMAKER . 21 CHAPTER XLIX. ...
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A Novel Mrs. Gordon Smythies. true , the scene , the dress , the lights , and the excitement had lent their magic , and raised her to a public rank in loveliness to which . she could scarcely in private be allowed a claim ; but , yet ...
A Novel Mrs. Gordon Smythies. true , the scene , the dress , the lights , and the excitement had lent their magic , and raised her to a public rank in loveliness to which . she could scarcely in private be allowed a claim ; but , yet ...
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... True , I have my suspicions ; but , as long as no one else has them , they matter not . Here I can save all my silks and satins . " And Mrs. Chester looked complacently at a whole suit of nankeen , in which she was attired - bonnet ...
... True , I have my suspicions ; but , as long as no one else has them , they matter not . Here I can save all my silks and satins . " And Mrs. Chester looked complacently at a whole suit of nankeen , in which she was attired - bonnet ...
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... true as ever , your affectionate brother , 66 " HUGH LINDSAY . ” " I think , as you have made out a relation . ship with Grunter , you might for the present adopt him as a member of the family , " said the Reverend Gregory , with a ...
... true as ever , your affectionate brother , 66 " HUGH LINDSAY . ” " I think , as you have made out a relation . ship with Grunter , you might for the present adopt him as a member of the family , " said the Reverend Gregory , with a ...
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... true heart he had gained . Hope is not blighted ; this moment is the dawn of Hope . The star of this sudden darkness ! Talk not of wounded affections ! It is now that they should be strong to conquer the world ; and as to a fate ...
... true heart he had gained . Hope is not blighted ; this moment is the dawn of Hope . The star of this sudden darkness ! Talk not of wounded affections ! It is now that they should be strong to conquer the world ; and as to a fate ...
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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.