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... side , as though about to desert the dust beneath , and others lying altogether prostrate , fitting emblems of the decay which the mortal remains they had indicated , had undergone . Amidst all these trimly - planted or neglected graves ...
... side , as though about to desert the dust beneath , and others lying altogether prostrate , fitting emblems of the decay which the mortal remains they had indicated , had undergone . Amidst all these trimly - planted or neglected graves ...
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... side of his face , forming a strong relief to the pale hue of the features . The eyebrows were marked and expressive , and the hazel eyes beneath were of marvellous beauty . As they were raised to Heaven in fervent prayer , a deep ...
... side of his face , forming a strong relief to the pale hue of the features . The eyebrows were marked and expressive , and the hazel eyes beneath were of marvellous beauty . As they were raised to Heaven in fervent prayer , a deep ...
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... side like some stray angel , and his heart mourned and yearned over her with a painful depth of tenderness . Thus years rolled on , and Antonio attained his twentieth year , and was in the full spring was VOL . I. C of manly beauty ...
... side like some stray angel , and his heart mourned and yearned over her with a painful depth of tenderness . Thus years rolled on , and Antonio attained his twentieth year , and was in the full spring was VOL . I. C of manly beauty ...
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... sides surrounded by every refinement which luxury can devise- residing in a gorgeous palace , where statues of more than human beauty , and pictures which made the heart tremble with delight , abounded ; honoured with the warm ...
... sides surrounded by every refinement which luxury can devise- residing in a gorgeous palace , where statues of more than human beauty , and pictures which made the heart tremble with delight , abounded ; honoured with the warm ...
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... side , could she regret the sacrifices she had made ? Alas ! no . She felt , notwithstanding her remorse , that were it even possible to recal the last few weeks , she could not act differently from what she had done . The morning was ...
... side , could she regret the sacrifices she had made ? Alas ! no . She felt , notwithstanding her remorse , that were it even possible to recal the last few weeks , she could not act differently from what she had done . The morning was ...
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admiration affection agony Annesly Antonio appearance arms beautiful beloved Bently bewitching blessed bosom bright bright eyes calm carriage Catherine Brand Cellini charm cheek cheerful Chiara cold contemplated cottage countenance creature dark daughter dear death deep delight Derby dreams emotion expression eyes face fair father fearful feelings felt Florence gazed Genoa gentle George Dallas Geraldine girl glance Grantly grief hand happiness heart heaven Henry Emmerson hope hour husband Jessy Jessy's John Lady Sedley length lips listened look Louisa Malès manner melan mind morning mother nature ness never night noble passed peace poor prayed racter returned scarce scene Sedley's sight silence Sir Edward St Sir Herbert Sedley smile soft soon soothing sorrow soul spirit stood strove suddenly sweet tears tenderness Teresa THOMAS CURSON HANSARD thought tion told tones turned uncon unhappy voice whilst wife woman words young youth
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Стр. 278 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Стр. 265 - They mourn, but smile at length ; and, smiling, mourn : The tree will wither long before it fall ; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn ; The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness; the...
Стр. 182 - Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff d bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Стр. 262 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Стр. 147 - Time, in his own grey style, All that thou art. Art thou not void of guile, A lovely soul formed to be blest and bless ? A well of sealed and secret happiness, Whose waters like blithe light and music are, Vanquishing dissonance and gloom ? A Star Which moves not in the moving Heavens, alone...
Стр. 19 - Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Стр. 91 - Methought I heard a voice cry " Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
Стр. 226 - THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given; There is a joy for souls distressed; A balm for every wounded breast: 'T is found above — in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven, — • When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear— but heaven.
Стр. 182 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Стр. 200 - I know whence the shadow comes o'er you now Ye have strewn the dust on the sunny brow ! Ye have given the lovely to earth's embrace, She hath taken the fairest of beauty's race, With their laughing eyes and their...