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... laughed and dropped the subject . Before the Earl took his departure from the Wilder- ness he had a long interview with Dr. Leicester , the result of which a future chapter will disclose . The worthy divine welcomed Mr. Dudley at the ...
... laughed and dropped the subject . Before the Earl took his departure from the Wilder- ness he had a long interview with Dr. Leicester , the result of which a future chapter will disclose . The worthy divine welcomed Mr. Dudley at the ...
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... laughed the Doctor . After some further debate , it was arranged that Mr. Dudley should start on his journey upon the day origi- nally fixed ; and the Rector promised , if possible , to pay him a visit at the castle before he returned ...
... laughed the Doctor . After some further debate , it was arranged that Mr. Dudley should start on his journey upon the day origi- nally fixed ; and the Rector promised , if possible , to pay him a visit at the castle before he returned ...
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... laughed and leaned back in his chair . " We intend to explore every mountain and valley , every hill and dale in Cambria , " said Mr. Dudley , fondly stroking the little girl's glossy ringlets as he spoke . " We will visit the haunt of ...
... laughed and leaned back in his chair . " We intend to explore every mountain and valley , every hill and dale in Cambria , " said Mr. Dudley , fondly stroking the little girl's glossy ringlets as he spoke . " We will visit the haunt of ...
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... laughed the Doctor . " " We are neither of us fancy - free . " 66 ' Why not give the rein to fancy when we feel in the vein ? " " We will not sadden one of our last evenings together by indulging in gloomy forebodings , " returned the ...
... laughed the Doctor . " " We are neither of us fancy - free . " 66 ' Why not give the rein to fancy when we feel in the vein ? " " We will not sadden one of our last evenings together by indulging in gloomy forebodings , " returned the ...
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... laughed Lord Went- worth , who overheard the whisper . Mr. Dudley received his guests , with the high - bred courtesy of the English gentleman ; Florence , with a mixture of grace and timidity , which became her infi- nitely . The ...
... laughed Lord Went- worth , who overheard the whisper . Mr. Dudley received his guests , with the high - bred courtesy of the English gentleman ; Florence , with a mixture of grace and timidity , which became her infi- nitely . The ...
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Стр. 188 - Light quirks of music, broken and uneven, Make the soul dance upon a jig to heaven. On painted ceilings you devoutly stare, Where sprawl the saints of Verrio or Laguerre, On gilded clouds in fair expansion lie, And bring all paradise before your eye.
Стр. 60 - What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up, and bathe the world in light...
Стр. 94 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Стр. 1 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Стр. 50 - With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined: and ah! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own.
Стр. 85 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Стр. 11 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain ! But when I speak— thou dost not say What thou ne'er...
Стр. 211 - Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Стр. 79 - The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar king did ride; And if aught else great bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung, Of turneys, and of trophies hung, Of forests, and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.