Eugene Aram: A Tale, المجلد 1Baudry's Foreign Library, 1832 - 487 من الصفحات |
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affection Aram's Augh beautiful bless breast breath brooklet Bunting calm character choly Clarke Corporal Corporal's countenance Courtland cried Daniel Clarke dark Darkmans door dread Earl earth Ellinor Elmore emotion English peasant Eugene Aram eyes face fate father fear feel felt gaze Goody Grassdale hand happy hear heard heart Heaven honour hope horse hour Houseman Jacobina Knaresborough Knaresbro larned leave Lester light lips lived look Lord Madeline Madeline's Manor-house marriage master melan mind murder nature neighbour never night once pale passed passion pause perhaps Pertinax Peter Dealtry poor quiet racter replied rest round scarcely scene seemed Sir Peter sister smile solitary soul speak spirit spot Squire stood strange stranger Student tell thing thought tion tone town turned uncon uttered village voice walk Walter Walter smiling window woman words young
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الصفحة 325 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
الصفحة 212 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come...
الصفحة 36 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...
الصفحة 441 - Lay her i' the earth : And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring ! I tell thee churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling.
الصفحة 471 - Time goes by turns, and chances change by course, From foul to fair, from better hap to worse. 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...
الصفحة 229 - there's a great deal to be said on both sides of the question.
الصفحة 362 - My father's spirit in arms ! all is not well; I doubt some foul play: 'would, the night were come! Till then sit still, my soul: Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
الصفحة 325 - Thee I revisit now with bolder wing, Escaped the Stygian pool, though long detained In that obscure sojourn, while in my flight, Through utter and through middle darkness borne...
الصفحة 343 - MADE a posy, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.