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Pagina 36
... excited one . As they paused for a moment at a rustic sundial , surrounded with rude seats , Henry Molyneux , and the fairy form of Constance , who had strolled on , disappeared behind a green knoll . " Quite abandoned by our friends ...
... excited one . As they paused for a moment at a rustic sundial , surrounded with rude seats , Henry Molyneux , and the fairy form of Constance , who had strolled on , disappeared behind a green knoll . " Quite abandoned by our friends ...
Pagina 123
... excitement of the previous day , and the dis- tance of Mr. Auget's mansion , he recognised , in her smile , the undisguised welcome of olden times . Their morning rides — their strolls to the woody valley , and by the river side -- were ...
... excitement of the previous day , and the dis- tance of Mr. Auget's mansion , he recognised , in her smile , the undisguised welcome of olden times . Their morning rides — their strolls to the woody valley , and by the river side -- were ...
Pagina 126
... exciting my loftier thoughts by the awful beauty of Milton ; of running through dear old Petrarch's interminable sonnets ; or stray- ing with me through the flower - strewn paths of Spenser's sweet allegory : but he now wants to convert ...
... exciting my loftier thoughts by the awful beauty of Milton ; of running through dear old Petrarch's interminable sonnets ; or stray- ing with me through the flower - strewn paths of Spenser's sweet allegory : but he now wants to convert ...
Pagina 133
... last . By degrees , she came wrought to an excitement beyond control- beyond what her weakened frame could sup- port . At length , when , as usual , Henry Moly- neux , on his arrival at the Retreat after break- THE MAN WITHOUT SOUL . 133.
... last . By degrees , she came wrought to an excitement beyond control- beyond what her weakened frame could sup- port . At length , when , as usual , Henry Moly- neux , on his arrival at the Retreat after break- THE MAN WITHOUT SOUL . 133.
Pagina 134
... excited in her brain- a girl's brain — a warfare of doubtings , a con- founding of good and evil , of vice and virtue , that made her shudder ; that when , at night , she meditated upon the lessons that had pro- ceeded from his lips in ...
... excited in her brain- a girl's brain — a warfare of doubtings , a con- founding of good and evil , of vice and virtue , that made her shudder ; that when , at night , she meditated upon the lessons that had pro- ceeded from his lips in ...
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Alice Windermere answered Albert Grey Auget Smith Auget baronet beautiful brother Castle cedar parlour Colonel Grey conceal confess considered Constance Grey continued cottage countenance cousin cried daughter dear delightful dermere doubt dream Dutch turnips duty Emily Auget endeavouring excited exclaimed favour favourite fear feelings felt gentle Grey's hand happiness Haye heard heart Henry Moly Henry Molyneux honour hope hour interest JAMES MOYES Lady Windermere ladyship laughing lips look Lord Byborough Lord Dumbledore Lord John Huron Lord Percy Huron lordship madam marquess Mary Jennings ment mind Miss Auget Miss Grey Miss Windermere morning neux never noble observed painful paused Pennersley perceived perhaps poodle Ralph Jennings rejoined replied Albert Grey replied Constance replied Lord Percy resumed Retreat rience scarcely seat secret silence sister smile speak spirit stance taste thing thought tion to-day tone voice whilst Windermere's Windersleigh Abbey words young farmer
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Pagina 200 - O, that the slave had forty thousand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, lago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 'Tis gone. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ! Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate ! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspics
Pagina 145 - The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers And heavily in clouds brings on the day The great, th' important day
Pagina 138 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack!
Pagina 279 - But then I sigh, and with a piece of Scripture, Tell them — that God bids us do good for evil ; And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends, stolen forth of holy writ ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Pagina 17 - O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites ! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others
Pagina 196 - ... or wood so green, Unheard, unsought for, or unseen, A thousand pleasures do me bless, And crown my soul with happiness. All my joys besides are folly, None so sweet as melancholy.
Pagina 45 - Her serious sayings darken'd to sublimity; In short, in all things she was fairly what I call A prodigy — her morning dress was dimity, Her evening silk, or, in the summer, muslin, And other stuffs, with which I won't stay puzzling. XIII She knew the Latin — that is, 'the Lord's prayer...
Pagina 159 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Pagina 138 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII. Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy ; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face...
Pagina 43 - In giving me a spotless offering To young Amintor's bed, as we are now For you. Pardon, Evadne; 'would my worth Were great as yours, or that the king, or he, Or both, thought so! Perhaps he found me worthless: But, till he did so, in these ears of mine, These credulous ears, he pour'd the sweetest words That art or love could frame.