Who is he? By the marquis of ****.1879 |
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... returning feet In vain we list for what should herald thee . " FELICIA HEMANS . How sad your home feels after the death of a fondly - loved parent ! Everything seems to remind you of your loss . You enter the breakfast - room in the ...
... returning feet In vain we list for what should herald thee . " FELICIA HEMANS . How sad your home feels after the death of a fondly - loved parent ! Everything seems to remind you of your loss . You enter the breakfast - room in the ...
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... returned Mrs. Foster , thoughtfully . " It is my wish that he should have as little cause as possible to feel a con- stant bitterness towards her . If he had to give her money he would always be angry with her , he would never forgive ...
... returned Mrs. Foster , thoughtfully . " It is my wish that he should have as little cause as possible to feel a con- stant bitterness towards her . If he had to give her money he would always be angry with her , he would never forgive ...
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... returned home . Whither else He was heart - broken . It should he go ? seemed as though the world had changed . The memory of his beloved parent was no longer dear to him . The very name of Ross sounded hateful to him . His father's ...
... returned home . Whither else He was heart - broken . It should he go ? seemed as though the world had changed . The memory of his beloved parent was no longer dear to him . The very name of Ross sounded hateful to him . His father's ...
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... longer . But you pitied me , you comforted me , " he continued , as though his recollection were returning to him by degrees . " I must not blame you . " Mrs. Randolf stood before him , with her head turned 114 WHO IS HE ?
... longer . But you pitied me , you comforted me , " he continued , as though his recollection were returning to him by degrees . " I must not blame you . " Mrs. Randolf stood before him , with her head turned 114 WHO IS HE ?
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... returned suddenly about ten o'clock at night . He walked into your mother's boudoir unannounced , and , to his horror , found that she was not alone . . . . My daughter told him that he had been grossly deceived , that it was all an ...
... returned suddenly about ten o'clock at night . He walked into your mother's boudoir unannounced , and , to his horror , found that she was not alone . . . . My daughter told him that he had been grossly deceived , that it was all an ...
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Annette arms Arrah asked Barton believe Brookes brother Bulton Charles Ross comfort cried crime dark daugh daughter dead dear death despair door eyes Faix father fear feel forgive Foster gazed gentleman Geoffrey Geoffrey Foster give Grange hand happy head hear heard heart hope Hopkins hour hurried husband Hush inquired kape kill knew lady letter looked Mandola marriage married matter mercy Merton meself minutes miserable Misther Charles mother murderer murmured never night niver once owld measther Pat Malone pity poor Randolf Red Alley returned Ross's Saint Patrick Sans Souci saved secret seemed seized servant silence slowly spare spoke stammered strange strange report stranger suddenly suffer suppose sure tears tell terrible thing thought told trembling true truth turned voice Waining Waining's waited walked wife wish woman Woodland Hall words wretch young measther
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الصفحة 273 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
الصفحة 337 - The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow ; She draws her favours to the lowest ebb : Her tides have equal times to come and go ; Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web : No joy so great but runneth to an end, No hap so hard but may in fine amend.
الصفحة 314 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven...
الصفحة 136 - Per me si va nella città dolente; per me si va nell' eterno dolore; per me si va tra la perduta gente.
الصفحة 202 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
الصفحة 103 - So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil, be thou my good : by thee at least Divided empire with heaven's King I hold, By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign ; As man ere long and this new world shall know.
الصفحة 202 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed ! Or like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place : Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride ; That hour, o...
الصفحة 249 - The parent tree will mourn its shade, The winds bewail the leafless tree, — But none shall breathe a sigh for me...
الصفحة 344 - In every stream his bounty flows, Diffusing joy and wealth; In every breeze his spirit blows, — The breath of life and health.
الصفحة 76 - twixt Now and Then ! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands, How lightly then it flashed along : — Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore.