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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelenAblon Amy Griffith appeared Bardiston baron beauty Behram black lace blond lace blue bonnets bosom bouffants bouquet breath brim brother brow castle cheek colour corsage cottage crape cried crown daughter dear death deep delight Deloraine Duchess of Kent elegant eyes fair father favour feelings flounce flowers gaze graceful green hahits half dress hand happy Hassein hast hats head heart Heaven Henry high and tight honour hope hushand kind king Lady light lips Llangollen Lonnon look Lord manchette mantelet marabouts ment mind Miss morning muslin Naples never night o'er organdy ornamented ostrich Owen pale pelisse Persia poor replied rich robe rose round Ruthven satin scene shade side silk Sir Edgar sleeves smile soie sorrow soul spirit stile stranger straw sweet tears thee thou thought tight Titian trimmed tulle velvet voice whilst wiih Woodville words young youth Populaire passagesPagina 215 - There is something in sickness that breaks down the pride of manhood ; that softens the heart, and brings it back to the feelings of infancy. Who that has languished even in advanced life in sickness and despondency, who that has pined on a weary bed in the neglect and loneliness of a foreign land, but has thought on the mother " that looked on his childhood... Pagina 214 - Oh, sir!" said the good woman, "he was such a comely lad, so sweettempered, so kind to every one around him, so dutiful to his parents! It did one's heart good to see him of a Sunday, dressed out in his best, so tall, so straight, so cheery, supporting his old mother to church — for she was always fonder of leaning on George's arm, than on her good man's; and, poor soul, she might well be proud of him, for a finer lad there was not in the country round. Pagina 218 - Why, what should be the fear ? I do not set my life at a pin's fee ; And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself ? It waves me forth again : I'll follow it. Pagina 212 - A rose's brief, bright life of joy, Such unto him was given' Go— thou must play alone, my boy— Thy brother is in heaven! Pagina 20 - Calm on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit, rest thee now ! E'en while with us thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust to its narrow house beneath ! Soul to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die. Pagina 212 - Oh ! call my brother back to me, I cannot play alone ; The summer comes with flower and bee, — Where is my brother gone ? The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sun-beam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back. The flowers run wild — the flowers we sowYi Around our garden tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load — • Oh ! call him back to me... Pagina 276 - Oh, Love! thy essence is thy purity! Breathe one unhallowed breath upon thy flame And it is gone for ever, — and but leaves A sullied vase — its pure light lost in shame... Pagina 218 - What, if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff, That beetles o'er his base into the sea ? And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason, And draw you into madness... Pagina 215 - She will sacrifice every comfort to his convenience ; she will surrender every pleasure to his enjoyment ; she will glory in his fame, and exult in his prosperity : and if misfortune overtake him, he will be the dearer to her from misfortune ; and if disgrace settle upon his name, she will still love and cherish him in spite of his disgrace ; and if all the world beside cast him off, she will be all the world to him. Pagina 218 - My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me! |