The Wanderings of a Goldfinch; Or, Characteristic Sketches in the Nineteenth CenturyW. Clowes, 1816 - Всего страниц: 355 |
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... McMullan. ther's taste . All was the preparation of an affec- tion ardent as natural ; which associated the highest idea of bliss with an arrival so impatiently ex- pected . CHAPTER VI . Y My residence at the rectory had 28.
... McMullan. ther's taste . All was the preparation of an affec- tion ardent as natural ; which associated the highest idea of bliss with an arrival so impatiently ex- pected . CHAPTER VI . Y My residence at the rectory had 28.
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Mary Anne McMullan. CHAPTER VI . Y My residence at the rectory had continued long enough to teach me the character of the expected sailor for whether their conversation was desul- tory , or connected , it seldom left him entirely out of ...
Mary Anne McMullan. CHAPTER VI . Y My residence at the rectory had continued long enough to teach me the character of the expected sailor for whether their conversation was desul- tory , or connected , it seldom left him entirely out of ...
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... residence of the expatriated royalty of France . Pursued by regicides , -driven from thrones , from courts , -nay more , from the very land of boasted chivalry and refinement ; it was for your less famed , but more happy me- 103.
... residence of the expatriated royalty of France . Pursued by regicides , -driven from thrones , from courts , -nay more , from the very land of boasted chivalry and refinement ; it was for your less famed , but more happy me- 103.
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... " I never heard so sweet a bird , " said one , apparently the eldest . * The Northern Tourist will recollect with pleasure this beautiful Villa , the residence of Mrs. Miller . " Not in Scotland you meant to add , Miss 107.
... " I never heard so sweet a bird , " said one , apparently the eldest . * The Northern Tourist will recollect with pleasure this beautiful Villa , the residence of Mrs. Miller . " Not in Scotland you meant to add , Miss 107.
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... residence of her , whose welfare had given Lady Tinkler so much pleasure ! Creation's most invigorating hour , when nature , in the dress of beauty's thousand tints , opens the blossom and expands the flower , to meet and hail returning ...
... residence of her , whose welfare had given Lady Tinkler so much pleasure ! Creation's most invigorating hour , when nature , in the dress of beauty's thousand tints , opens the blossom and expands the flower , to meet and hail returning ...
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Стр. 120 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Стр. 316 - Ten of them were sheathed in steel, With belted sword, and spur on heel : They quitted not their harness bright, Neither by day, nor yet by night...
Стр. 349 - With aching temples on thy hand reclined, Muse on the last farewell I leave behind, Breathe a deep sigh to winds that murmur low, And think on all my love, and all my woe...
Стр. 282 - Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ; Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light.
Стр. 348 - Mark me, Wilford. I know the value of the orphan's tear, The poor man's prayer, respect from the respected ; I feel, to merit these, and to obtain them, Is to taste here below, that thrilling cordial, Which the remunerating angel draws From the eternal fountain of delight, To pour on blessed souls that enter heaven. I feel this — I ! How must my nature, then, Revolt at him who seeks to stain his hand In human blood ? And yet, it seems, this day I sought your life.
Стр. 42 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray ; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Стр. 122 - It is not (replied our philosopher) because they treat, as you call it, about love, but because they treat of nothing, that they are despicable : we must not ridicule a passion which he who never felt never was happy, and he who laughs at never deserves to feel — a passion which has caused the change of empires, and the loss of worlds — a passion which has inspired heroism and subdued avarice.
Стр. 118 - But, in short, Sir,' continued he, — ' I speak to you because you look like one that can understand me — there is nothing about a woman's person merely, were she formed like the Venus de Medicis, that can constitute a fine woman.
Стр. 32 - Big — bright — and fast, unknown to her they fell ; But still her lips refused to send — " Farewell !" For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We promise — hope — believe — there breathes despair.
Стр. 159 - Through mere good fortune, took a different course. The flock grew calm again, and I, the road Following, that led me to my own abode, Much...