The Duke: A NovelR. Bentley, 1839 |
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... that his affections have long been placed upon the sweet beautiful Evelyn . Is it likely that I should fix my love upon one who was already devoted to another ? " 66 Blanche , you know that is an infatuation to 6 THE DUKE AND.
... that his affections have long been placed upon the sweet beautiful Evelyn . Is it likely that I should fix my love upon one who was already devoted to another ? " 66 Blanche , you know that is an infatuation to 6 THE DUKE AND.
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... beautiful mild countenance the silver hair - parted on a brow , whose heavenly serenity told of the spirit within . It was , indeed , her ido- lized relation ; and , springing at once towards her , she was in a minute before her , on ...
... beautiful mild countenance the silver hair - parted on a brow , whose heavenly serenity told of the spirit within . It was , indeed , her ido- lized relation ; and , springing at once towards her , she was in a minute before her , on ...
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... beautiful sight to behold the pure love of an innocent girl , and the ardent , yet timid passion , which glows in every look and gesture of her lover . The Duke felt this as he witnessed the blissful interview ; and , though apparently ...
... beautiful sight to behold the pure love of an innocent girl , and the ardent , yet timid passion , which glows in every look and gesture of her lover . The Duke felt this as he witnessed the blissful interview ; and , though apparently ...
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... beautiful boys . But though she idolized them with all a mo- ther's devotion , the world and its vanities had ever offered a powerful and preponderating interest . Now , she who had hitherto felt no pleasure but in glare and gaiety ...
... beautiful boys . But though she idolized them with all a mo- ther's devotion , the world and its vanities had ever offered a powerful and preponderating interest . Now , she who had hitherto felt no pleasure but in glare and gaiety ...
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... beautiful spirit has been hovering near me ; but yet I have not always felt distinctly that it was you , fair lady , with those pretty curls : sometimes it appeared to me that it was my poor Evelyn , so tenderly watching over me . I ...
... beautiful spirit has been hovering near me ; but yet I have not always felt distinctly that it was you , fair lady , with those pretty curls : sometimes it appeared to me that it was my poor Evelyn , so tenderly watching over me . I ...
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Abbey affection affectionate agitation agony anguish anxiety arrived attri aunt beautiful beloved Blanche Blanche's bosom bright bright eye brow Captain Cecil carriage cause cheek child countenance cousin dear Evelyn dearest deep delight Duke of Strathhaven emotions endeavour Evelyn Cecil exclaimed eyes fair lady father fearful feelings felt Fitz-Henry friends girl grief Grosvenor Square hand happiness happy days heart honour hope hour husband infatuated Julian kind Lady Clairville Lady Clairville's Lady de Cressy Lady Florence length lips looked Lord Clairville manner ment mind misery morning mother nature ness never niece noble Oakwood once painful pale passed passion pathy piness pleasure poor Evelyn present quadrille rence Riversdale Rushford scarcely scene seemed sighed smile soon sorrow spirit stood suffering sweet tears tell tender tenderest thought thunderstruck tion told trembling turned uncle voice weep whilst wish woman words wretched young youth
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Стр. 14 - A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed, And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate, That flushed her spirit.
Стр. 129 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Стр. 137 - Even when fortunate, she scarcely breathes it to herself; but when otherwise, she buries it in the recesses of her bosom, and there lets it cower and brood among the ruins of her peace. With her the desire of the heart has failed. The great charm of existence is at an end. She neglects all the cheerful exercises which gladden the spirits, quicken the pulses, and send the tide of life in healthful currents through the veins. Her rest is broken — the sweet refreshment of sleep is poisoned bv melancholy...
Стр. 137 - ... cower and brood among the ruins of her peace. With her the desire of the heart has failed. The great charm of existence is at an end. She neglects all the cheerful exercises which gladden the spirits, quicken the pulses, and send the tide of life in healthful currents through the veins. Her rest is broken — the sweet refreshment of sleep is poisoned by melancholy dreams — " dry sorrow drinks her blood," until her enfeebled frame sinks under the slightest external injury.
Стр. 33 - I do not love thee/— yet thy speaking eyes, With their deep, bright, and most expressive blue, Between me and the midnight heaven arise, Oftener than any eyes I ever knew. I know I do not love thee...
Стр. 90 - ... view ; and the next day, we behold the young man, or young woman, of blooming form and promising hopes, laid in an untimely grave. While the funeral is attended by a numerous unconcerned company, who are discoursing to...
Стр. 105 - This babe is mine !" In time thou would'st become the same As their own child, — all but the name ! How happy must thy parents be Who daily live in sight of thee ! Whose hearts no greater pleasure seek Than see thee smile, and hear thee speak, And feel all natural griefs beguiled By thee, their fond, their duteous child.
Стр. 54 - In your health, or your fortune, or among your connections and friends, be assured that some trial awaits you. For human life never stands still for any long time. It is by no means a fixed and steady object, like the mountain or the rock which you always find in the same situation ; it is a river continually moving and flowing.
Стр. 169 - And an awful shade passed o'er thy brow — the deepest and the last ; In thicker gushes strove thy breath — we raised thy drooping head : A moment more— the final pang — and thou wert of the dead...