Strangers and pilgrims, by the author of 'Lady Audley's secret'.J. Maxwell, 1873 |
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... wonder papa took the trouble to christen her . It is impos- sible that she could have been born in sin and a child of wrath , like the rest of us . She is never tired of church - going and district - visiting ; she has no inter- mittent ...
... wonder papa took the trouble to christen her . It is impos- sible that she could have been born in sin and a child of wrath , like the rest of us . She is never tired of church - going and district - visiting ; she has no inter- mittent ...
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... wonder for a few brief years , and die the dupe of a disordered brain . ' ' Don't go , Mr. Forde ! ' clasping her hands , and looking up at him piteously with her lovely eyes , so different from the seraphic gaze of poor Gertrude's ...
... wonder for a few brief years , and die the dupe of a disordered brain . ' ' Don't go , Mr. Forde ! ' clasping her hands , and looking up at him piteously with her lovely eyes , so different from the seraphic gaze of poor Gertrude's ...
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... wonder . I will run round by the orchard , and go in the back- way . ' ' Very well , dear . They shall have no ground for wonderment after to - morrow . Good - night . ' VOL . II . CHAPTER XIII . ' For Destiny does not like To STRANGERS ...
... wonder . I will run round by the orchard , and go in the back- way . ' ' Very well , dear . They shall have no ground for wonderment after to - morrow . Good - night . ' VOL . II . CHAPTER XIII . ' For Destiny does not like To STRANGERS ...
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... wonder about the dim strange future , and what it held for her ; nights full of visions of triumphs and pleasures to come , or of sad longing for one dearer delight which was never to be hers - the love of that one man whom she loved ...
... wonder about the dim strange future , and what it held for her ; nights full of visions of triumphs and pleasures to come , or of sad longing for one dearer delight which was never to be hers - the love of that one man whom she loved ...
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... wonder what his successor will be like ? ' specu- lated Diana . Good - looking and gentlemanlike , I trust . ' ' And not a horrid married man with a herd of brats , ' said the flippant Blanche . ' Blanche , I do not consider it ...
... wonder what his successor will be like ? ' specu- lated Diana . Good - looking and gentlemanlike , I trust . ' ' And not a horrid married man with a herd of brats , ' said the flippant Blanche . ' Blanche , I do not consider it ...
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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.