A country neighborhood, cont. The moatH. Colburn, 1848 |
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Page 66
... took two or three steps about the room - then approached Claude . " I tell you what , Claude , if I had my will , those blackguards should not have one shilling . " His cousin was silent . " If you would consider it more , " he con ...
... took two or three steps about the room - then approached Claude . " I tell you what , Claude , if I had my will , those blackguards should not have one shilling . " His cousin was silent . " If you would consider it more , " he con ...
Page 72
... took it from her without any remark . " Will you have some tea , Mr. Wilmott ? " she asked , coldly , turning to an old man who sate by the fire with a book in his hand . " Why weeps the Muse for England ? " he repeated , as he hastily ...
... took it from her without any remark . " Will you have some tea , Mr. Wilmott ? " she asked , coldly , turning to an old man who sate by the fire with a book in his hand . " Why weeps the Muse for England ? " he repeated , as he hastily ...
Page 75
... took a little chair , and placed it on the opposite side of the table at which the two girls were sitting . Next to poring over old books , his chief delight was to watch the varying countenance of Margaret Woodvile . The two sisters ...
... took a little chair , and placed it on the opposite side of the table at which the two girls were sitting . Next to poring over old books , his chief delight was to watch the varying countenance of Margaret Woodvile . The two sisters ...
Page 88
... dinner , the other night , " said Mr. Wilmott ; " and he took my fancy amazingly - not the less for being rather silent , for in these days everybody will still 66 be talking , ' as my Lady Beatrice says 88 THE DISCIPLINE.
... dinner , the other night , " said Mr. Wilmott ; " and he took my fancy amazingly - not the less for being rather silent , for in these days everybody will still 66 be talking , ' as my Lady Beatrice says 88 THE DISCIPLINE.
Page 89
... took hold of her ; jealousy , sir , that is cruel as the grave ; and , at her father's death , she separated entirely from her sisters , and neither saw nor wrote to them from that day to this . There might have been other provocations ...
... took hold of her ; jealousy , sir , that is cruel as the grave ; and , at her father's death , she separated entirely from her sisters , and neither saw nor wrote to them from that day to this . There might have been other provocations ...
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Page 308 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 217 - THE world's a room of sickness, where each heart Knows its own anguish and unrest ; The truest wisdom there, and noblest art, Is his who skills of comfort best ; Whom by the softest step and gentlest tone Enfeebled spirits own, And love to raise the languid eye, When, like an angel's wing, they feel him fleeting by...
Page 134 - My hopes are with the Dead ; anon My place with them will be, And I with them shall travel on Through all Futurity ; Yet leaving here a name, I trust, That will not perish in the dust.
Page 63 - In the hot throng, where we become the spoil Of our infection, till too late and long We may deplore and struggle with the coil, In wretched interchange of wrong for wrong 'Midst a contentious world, striving where none are strong. LXX. There, in a moment, we may plunge our years In fatal penitence, and in the blight Of our own soul, turn all our blood to tears, And colour things to come with hues of Night...
Page 127 - Our revels now are ended: these our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherits, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: We are such stuff As dreams are made of, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Page 205 - Yes ! let them pass without a sigh; And if the world seem dull and dry, If long and sad thy lonely hours, And winds have rent thy sheltering bowers, Bethink thee what thou art and where— A sinner in a life of care ! The fire of God is soon to fall (Thou know'st it) on this earthly ball: Full many a soul, the price of blood, Mark'd by th...
Page 105 - It were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it ; he is so above me ! In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Page 273 - I can love thee no more. The golden Laws of Love shall be Upon this Pillar hung ; A simple Heart, a single Eye, A true and constant Tongue. Let no Man for more Love pretend Than he has Hearts in .store : True Love begun shall never end ; Love one and love no more. Then shall thy Heart be set by mine, But in far different Case : For mine was true, so was not thine, But lookt like Janus Face.
Page 254 - In many ways doth the full heart reveal The presence of the love it would conceal ; But in far more th' estranged heart lets know The absence of the love, which yet it fain would show.