Steyne's grief; or, Losing, seeking and finding, by the author of 'Bow Garretts'.W. Tweedie, 1860 - Всего страниц: 403 |
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... eyes , and up rose the blush and the apron - corner . Mr. Hinton was somewhere under seven feet in height , broad in proportion , and very good proportion , with a great massive head , covered with curly black hair , and a beard to ...
... eyes , and up rose the blush and the apron - corner . Mr. Hinton was somewhere under seven feet in height , broad in proportion , and very good proportion , with a great massive head , covered with curly black hair , and a beard to ...
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... eyes ; a little romance she had built ; but one so innocent , and one that should be so attainable - God pardon our fallen nature that hinders that of which He gave us the first example . Cary's ambition was a model home , and a model ...
... eyes ; a little romance she had built ; but one so innocent , and one that should be so attainable - God pardon our fallen nature that hinders that of which He gave us the first example . Cary's ambition was a model home , and a model ...
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... eyes or nose of mortal man , to tempt him ( which she would by no means touch till he came ) ; and his beer and all fetched , and maybe a drop of something a little stronger , which Cary would just make a pretence of sipping to please ...
... eyes or nose of mortal man , to tempt him ( which she would by no means touch till he came ) ; and his beer and all fetched , and maybe a drop of something a little stronger , which Cary would just make a pretence of sipping to please ...
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... eyes . " You are not going ? " he asked . 66 Indeed , Sir Robert , I must ; and pray do not come again . I begged of you the other night not to . My husband- " Your husband ! " he interrupted , indignantly- " that ever you should call ...
... eyes . " You are not going ? " he asked . 66 Indeed , Sir Robert , I must ; and pray do not come again . I begged of you the other night not to . My husband- " Your husband ! " he interrupted , indignantly- " that ever you should call ...
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Fairleigh Owen. HUSBAND . 15 Her eye fell on the seed plants which adorned the cage , and carried her thoughts to those ... eyes . Tom sat muttering to himself for a few minutes , then with an oath he started up , and with one blow of his ...
Fairleigh Owen. HUSBAND . 15 Her eye fell on the seed plants which adorned the cage , and carried her thoughts to those ... eyes . Tom sat muttering to himself for a few minutes , then with an oath he started up , and with one blow of his ...
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asked beauty better Birdiethorn bless Bluebottle Cary cher Chérie child Circassian Colly creature cried Crump cursed Darby dear door dram drink eyes face father fell fellow George girl Glossop GOLDEN LEGEND gone grief hair hand happy Harriette head heard heart Hinton hope husband John Bowden Kate knew lady laughed lips little Bob little Rose look looking-glass ma Belle ma'am mind mother never night once pale passed perhaps Phil Philip Piert's Rest pleasant poor pretty public-house publican quiet RICHARD BARRETT Richard Crichton rience Rosey round seemed silence Skurrick smile Steyne's Stillhaven stood supper sure sweet talk tears tell thee there's thing thought told Tom Hinton took turned village voice walked wife woman wonder words workhouse young Steyne
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Стр. 185 - All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience ! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
Стр. 380 - 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. 200 - A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!
Стр. 393 - Moments there are in life — alas, how few ! — When casting cold prudential doubts aside, We take a generous impulse for our guide, * And following promptly what the heart thinks best, Commit to Providence the rest ; Sure that no after-reckoning will arise Of shame or sorrow, for the heart is wise.
Стр. 259 - Twas a light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream : Oh ! 'twas light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream.
Стр. 27 - CHILDHOOD ! happiest stage of life ! Free from care, and free from strife, Free from memory's ruthless reign, Fraught with scenes of former pain ; Free from fancy's cruel skill, Fabricating future ill ; Time when all that meets the view, All can charm, for all is new ; How thy long-lost hours I mourn, Never, never to return ! Then to toss the circling ball, Caught rebounding from the wall ; Then the mimic ship to guide Down the kennel's dirty tide ; Then the hoop's revolving pace Through the dirty...
Стр. 93 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies ? Thought would destroy their paradise! No more; — where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Стр. 99 - And widows' tears, and orphans' moans ; And all that Misery's hand bestows, To fill the catalogue of human woes.
Стр. 153 - The teeming mother, anxious for her race, Begs for each birth the fortune of a face ; Yet Vane could tell what ills from beauty spring, And Sedley cursed the form that pleased a king.
Стр. 40 - Where my tired mind might rest, and call it home. There is a magic in that little word : It is a mystic circle that surrounds Comforts and virtues never known beyond The hallowed limit.