The Duke: A NovelR. Bentley, 1839 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 5 из 27
Стр. 27
... leave the drawing - rooms . Lady Clairville was evidently confused at seeing her nephew ; but taking her tone from that of her noble host , she accosted him with cordiality . 1 Fierce was the struggle in the mind of Her- bert to accept ...
... leave the drawing - rooms . Lady Clairville was evidently confused at seeing her nephew ; but taking her tone from that of her noble host , she accosted him with cordiality . 1 Fierce was the struggle in the mind of Her- bert to accept ...
Стр. 34
... leave you to the care of Eugenie ; and you must then talk of blond laces , or of silk bro- cades , if you wish to be listened to . But do , dear Julian , be tranquil ; you look so well to- day . I wish Lady Clairville to see you as free ...
... leave you to the care of Eugenie ; and you must then talk of blond laces , or of silk bro- cades , if you wish to be listened to . But do , dear Julian , be tranquil ; you look so well to- day . I wish Lady Clairville to see you as free ...
Стр. 52
... carriage for you to- morrow morning . " " Pray do not trouble yourself to do so , " Julian replied , his face crimson with anger . 66 My plans are very differently arranged ; when I leave this place , I am going into the 52 THE DUKE AND.
... carriage for you to- morrow morning . " " Pray do not trouble yourself to do so , " Julian replied , his face crimson with anger . 66 My plans are very differently arranged ; when I leave this place , I am going into the 52 THE DUKE AND.
Стр. 53
A Novel Elizabeth Caroline Grey. I leave this place , I am going into the country I have not the slightest intention of returning to Grosvenor Square . " 99 " And where are you going ? " inquired Lady Clairville , seeking to imitate his ...
A Novel Elizabeth Caroline Grey. I leave this place , I am going into the country I have not the slightest intention of returning to Grosvenor Square . " 99 " And where are you going ? " inquired Lady Clairville , seeking to imitate his ...
Стр. 56
... leave the room when he looked imploringly at her , as he said , " Don't leave me yet , dear Blanchy . " " No , certainly , dear uncle , I will 56 THE DUKE AND.
... leave the room when he looked imploringly at her , as he said , " Don't leave me yet , dear Blanchy . " " No , certainly , dear uncle , I will 56 THE DUKE AND.
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
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
Популярные отрывки
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...