Strangers and pilgrims, by the author of 'Lady Audley's secret'.J. Maxwell, 1873 |
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... face he was ready to give his soul into bondage ? For three days and three nights he abandoned himself to the demon of uncertainty ; for three days . and three nights he wrestled with the devil , and Satan came to him in but too fair a ...
... face he was ready to give his soul into bondage ? For three days and three nights he abandoned himself to the demon of uncertainty ; for three days . and three nights he wrestled with the devil , and Satan came to him in but too fair a ...
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... mind what to say . He would find Mr. Luttrell with his daughters round him most likely . Elizabeth's clear eyes would peruse his face while he pronounced his sentence of banishment . He was not quite pre- STRANGERS AND PILGRIMS .
... mind what to say . He would find Mr. Luttrell with his daughters round him most likely . Elizabeth's clear eyes would peruse his face while he pronounced his sentence of banishment . He was not quite pre- STRANGERS AND PILGRIMS .
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... faces turned towards each other- the man's face ardent , enraptured - the girl's glowing with a conscious pride in its loveliness ; two faces that were of the earth , earthy - a brief scene which seemed like the prelude of a drama ...
... faces turned towards each other- the man's face ardent , enraptured - the girl's glowing with a conscious pride in its loveliness ; two faces that were of the earth , earthy - a brief scene which seemed like the prelude of a drama ...
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... face had grown suddenly pale . ' You are going out as a missionary , ' she re- peated , as if she had by some subtle power of sympa- thy shared all his thoughts from the hour in which he briefly touched upon his views in his one confi ...
... face had grown suddenly pale . ' You are going out as a missionary , ' she re- peated , as if she had by some subtle power of sympa- thy shared all his thoughts from the hour in which he briefly touched upon his views in his one confi ...
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... face one day when auntie was holding forth upon her delectable land in the regions of Eaton- place . ' ' I have no passion for that kind of thing , I admit , ' answered the Curate . ' But I trust that your sister Elizabeth will pass ...
... face one day when auntie was holding forth upon her delectable land in the regions of Eaton- place . ' ' I have no passion for that kind of thing , I admit , ' answered the Curate . ' But I trust that your sister Elizabeth will pass ...
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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.