Bokinga: A NovelHookham & Sons, 1854 - Всего страниц: 350 |
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... Florence Fox- land . Nay you are to raise no dissentient voice , the distance is but a mile and a half , and Gretchen can take care of Ilda perfectly well , while I am away . " " Oh Mina in your youthful dreams you never fancied you ...
... Florence Fox- land . Nay you are to raise no dissentient voice , the distance is but a mile and a half , and Gretchen can take care of Ilda perfectly well , while I am away . " " Oh Mina in your youthful dreams you never fancied you ...
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... FLORENCE FOXLAND had now been eight years under Mrs. Lohmann's tuition , and those years of teaching had not been the least of Mina's trials . Florence's mother was a widow . Shortly after her husband's death she had been invited to ...
... FLORENCE FOXLAND had now been eight years under Mrs. Lohmann's tuition , and those years of teaching had not been the least of Mina's trials . Florence's mother was a widow . Shortly after her husband's death she had been invited to ...
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... Florence , constituted her waking dreams . She would send for Mrs. Loh- mann and tell her that her pupil's pecuniary prospects were small , and that a brilliant mar- riage must be the great aim and object of her life . She therefore ...
... Florence , constituted her waking dreams . She would send for Mrs. Loh- mann and tell her that her pupil's pecuniary prospects were small , and that a brilliant mar- riage must be the great aim and object of her life . She therefore ...
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... Florence to read , and in vain did Mina tell her it was far beyond the child's young capacity , she merely drew forth a longer speech in its favour , liberally interspersed with learned terms somewhat involved and unin- telligible ...
... Florence to read , and in vain did Mina tell her it was far beyond the child's young capacity , she merely drew forth a longer speech in its favour , liberally interspersed with learned terms somewhat involved and unin- telligible ...
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... Florence Foxland was an aristocratic looking child , she moved gracefully and had a lofty bearing , whilst her face evinced no traces of plebeian origin , though it scarcely deserved to be styled pretty . Her languishing grey eyes were ...
... Florence Foxland was an aristocratic looking child , she moved gracefully and had a lofty bearing , whilst her face evinced no traces of plebeian origin , though it scarcely deserved to be styled pretty . Her languishing grey eyes were ...
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Allen Willmott amused Anthony Fielding asked Auvergne ball Barnet beautiful beheld beneath Bokinga calm Captain Egremont Captain Staunton child Christina Calder Clair cold comtesse conversation cottage countenance dear death dreams Egre entered Evelyn Staunton exclaimed eyes face feeling felt Florence Foxland Florence's Fyldow Hall gazed girl Grosvenor square hand happy haughty heard heart heartless hour Ilda Ilda's Julian Kington Farnley knew Lady Christina Lady St Lady Willmott Lady Wolverton laugh Laurence Austin lips Lohmann London look Lord Wolverton Marie Dubois Marion Mildred Calder Mildred's Miss Aughton Miss Calder Miss Foxland Miss Jenks mother nature never night old Madge once Paris passed passion Philip Egremont poor received rence replied seated seemed Shaftoe Calder Shaftoe's Sir Anthony Sir Henry sister smile soubrette soul spoke tears Thérèse thing Thornton thought uttered voice whispered wish woman words young
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Стр. 127 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Стр. 136 - Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now.
Стр. 162 - See dying vegetables life sustain, See life dissolving vegetate again: All forms that perish other forms supply; (By turns we catch the vital breath, and die) Like bubbles on the sea of Matter borne, They rise, they break, and to that sea return.
Стр. 331 - Then before All they stand — the holy vow And ring of gold, no fond illusions now, Bind her as his. Across the threshold led, And every tear kissed off as soon as shed, His house she enters — there to be a light Shining within, when all without is night ; A guardian- angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing...
Стр. 247 - How heavily we drag the load of life ! Blest leisure is our curse : like that of Cain, It makes us wander ; wander earth around To fly that tyrant, Thought. As Atlas groaned The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour.
Стр. 136 - The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold obstruction's apathy...
Стр. 104 - Wolves shall succeed for teachers, grievous wolves, Who all the sacred mysteries of Heaven To their own vile advantages shall turn Of lucre and ambition ; and the truth With superstitions and traditions taint, Left only in those written records pure, Though not but by the Spirit understood.
Стр. 3 - She gazed upon a world she scarcely knew As seeking not to know it ; silent, lone, As grows a flower, thus quietly she grew, And kept her heart serene within its zone.
Стр. 279 - twere wed to him it covets most : An incarnation of the poet's god In all his marble-chisell'd beauty, or The demi-deity, Alcides, in His majesty of superhuman manhood, Would not suffice to bind where virtue is not ; It is consistency which forms and proves it : Vice cannot fix, and virtue cannot change. The once...
Стр. 42 - How shocking must thy summons be, O Death, To him that is at ease in his possessions, Who, counting on long years of pleasure here, Is quite unfurnish'd for that world to come ! In that dread moment how the frantic soul Raves round the walls of her clay tenement, Runs to each avenue, and shrieks for help, But shrieks in vain...