Strangers and pilgrims, by the author of 'Lady Audley's secret'.J. Maxwell, 1873 |
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... begin to understand , ' she said , with a deeply wounded air ; it is I who have been offering myself to you , not you to me , and you are trying to find a polite mode of rejection . Why are you not more candid ? Why not humiliate me at ...
... begin to understand , ' she said , with a deeply wounded air ; it is I who have been offering myself to you , not you to me , and you are trying to find a polite mode of rejection . Why are you not more candid ? Why not humiliate me at ...
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... begin yet awhile . If you must go , dear , you must . But it seems rather hard that our be- trothal should be inaugurated by a separation . ' 6 It will only be for a few weeks . And I am not going till the end of the month . ' The ...
... begin yet awhile . If you must go , dear , you must . But it seems rather hard that our be- trothal should be inaugurated by a separation . ' 6 It will only be for a few weeks . And I am not going till the end of the month . ' The ...
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... begin- ning of a new life ? ' It will be seen therefore that even in the hour of victory Elizabeth was not unconscious of having thrown herself away . She had been miserable with- out Mr. Forde's love ; but she was quite aware of the ...
... begin- ning of a new life ? ' It will be seen therefore that even in the hour of victory Elizabeth was not unconscious of having thrown herself away . She had been miserable with- out Mr. Forde's love ; but she was quite aware of the ...
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... begin to see that I have done wrong ; I ought to have been more candid . But indeed , Lord Paulyn , it is my aunt's fault . I begged her to tell you of my engagement . I would have told you myself eyen , only , ' with a feeble little ...
... begin to see that I have done wrong ; I ought to have been more candid . But indeed , Lord Paulyn , it is my aunt's fault . I begged her to tell you of my engagement . I would have told you myself eyen , only , ' with a feeble little ...
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... begin to think of dress- ing . Two hours is not two much for putting on Pompadour costumes . Lizzie , you and I will have some tea and cold chicken in my room , if we can manage to eat ; and as for you , gentlemen , there will be dinner ...
... begin to think of dress- ing . Two hours is not two much for putting on Pompadour costumes . Lizzie , you and I will have some tea and cold chicken in my room , if we can manage to eat ; and as for you , gentlemen , there will be dinner ...
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Стр. 170 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Стр. 215 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole. Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb, for sinners slain, Redeemer, king, creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Стр. 259 - Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away! How a sound shall quicken content to bliss, Or a breath suspend the blood's best play, And life be a proof of this!
Стр. 229 - And the dove mourn'd on apace ; No flame did flash, nor fair blue reek Rose up to show me his place. O last love ! O first love ! My love with the true, true heart, To think I have come to this your home, And yet — we are apart! My love ! He stood at my right hand, His eyes were grave and sweet ; Methought he said :
Стр. 214 - The sodger from the wars returns, The sailor frae the main ; But I hae parted frae my love, Never to meet again, My dear ; Never to meet again. When day is gane and night is come, And a...
Стр. 176 - Luttrell, rector of Hawleigh." It was rather hard that you should allow the court newsman to be wiser than I.' Eager words of denial trembled on her lips, but before they could be spoken, pride silenced her. What ! he came to her in this ruthless fashion, came with his course resolved, and resigned her as coolly as if she were a prize not worth contesting. ' You have come here to — to give me up,' she said. ' I have resigned myself to circumstances. But would it not have been as well to be off...
Стр. 55 - Oh, never become acquainted with the other ! Two souls, alas, dwell in my breast : the one would fain separate itself from the other. The one clings, with persevering fondness, to the world, with organs like cramps of steel : the other lifts itself energetically from the mist to the realms of an exalted ancestry.
Стр. 157 - J'y regardais une place chérie, Tiède encor d'un baiser brûlant; Et je songeais comme la femme oublie, Et je sentais un lambeau de ma vie Qui se déchirait lentement.
Стр. 236 - I'm weary of my part. My torch is out; and the world stands before me Like a black desert at the approach of night : I'll lay me down, and stray no farther on.
Стр. 71 - Tis what he merits from us, yet th' attempt Were dangerous, he is still the people's idol. Marg. And so perhaps shall Marg'ret be ; applause Waits on success ; the fickle multitude, Like the light straw that floats along the stream, Glide with the current still and follow fortune.