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Pagina 21
... hope for no clemency from the widow of a baronet , however poor . Formerly all trades and professions , practised as means of subsistence , had been regarded by her ladyship as constituting one and the same mass , con- founded into what ...
... hope for no clemency from the widow of a baronet , however poor . Formerly all trades and professions , practised as means of subsistence , had been regarded by her ladyship as constituting one and the same mass , con- founded into what ...
Pagina 28
... hope : Constance and her friend surmounted the difficulty by the aid of Mr. Grey . They arrived at a higher and more com- manding spot . 66 Might I suggest , " observed Albert Grey to Miss Windermere and Constance , " that you should ...
... hope : Constance and her friend surmounted the difficulty by the aid of Mr. Grey . They arrived at a higher and more com- manding spot . 66 Might I suggest , " observed Albert Grey to Miss Windermere and Constance , " that you should ...
Pagina 68
... hope ; and beyond it he had never ventured to indulge , in his wildest moods , in his most extravagant day dreams . Every circumstance connected with the relative positions between the family at Win- dersleigh Abbey , and that at the ...
... hope ; and beyond it he had never ventured to indulge , in his wildest moods , in his most extravagant day dreams . Every circumstance connected with the relative positions between the family at Win- dersleigh Abbey , and that at the ...
Pagina 76
... Miss Grey . " I hope not quite so evil as that , " answered her brother , smiling at the imputation . " Oh ! you are not , dear Albert , " said Constance , quickly ; " you are kindness and goodness 76 THE MAN WITHOUT SOUL .
... Miss Grey . " I hope not quite so evil as that , " answered her brother , smiling at the imputation . " Oh ! you are not , dear Albert , " said Constance , quickly ; " you are kindness and goodness 76 THE MAN WITHOUT SOUL .
Pagina 80
... hope , which wafts slumber and happy visions even to the fettered and dying captive in the dungeon - ship , had whispered that , perhaps , Constance might think otherwise . This hope alone , vague and unsubstantial as it was , had ...
... hope , which wafts slumber and happy visions even to the fettered and dying captive in the dungeon - ship , had whispered that , perhaps , Constance might think otherwise . This hope alone , vague and unsubstantial as it was , had ...
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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.