Steyne's grief; or, Losing, seeking and finding, by the author of 'Bow Garretts'.W. Tweedie, 1860 - Всего страниц: 403 |
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... hour of it . And , to do her justice , her house was a little pattern of neatness , cleanliness , and good taste ; and she , in her smart trim dresses , the ruling spirit of the whole . Huge Tom was pleased too with his pretty toy , and ...
... hour of it . And , to do her justice , her house was a little pattern of neatness , cleanliness , and good taste ; and she , in her smart trim dresses , the ruling spirit of the whole . Huge Tom was pleased too with his pretty toy , and ...
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... hour , to expedients which but twenty - four hours ago would have been deemed simply impracticable ; the final failure ; the humiliating necessity of tendering , accompanied with apologies , something considerably under the lawful ...
... hour , to expedients which but twenty - four hours ago would have been deemed simply impracticable ; the final failure ; the humiliating necessity of tendering , accompanied with apologies , something considerably under the lawful ...
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... hours I mourn , Never , never to return ! " SCOTT . THE cart kept on its leisurely course ; over the small bridge which spanned the " Creek ; " through the beautiful and more exclusive quarter of " Piert's Rest , " with its mingling of ...
... hours I mourn , Never , never to return ! " SCOTT . THE cart kept on its leisurely course ; over the small bridge which spanned the " Creek ; " through the beautiful and more exclusive quarter of " Piert's Rest , " with its mingling of ...
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... hours on his mysterious errand . The ghosts - if ghosts there were -who haunted Birdiethorn , did their spiriting gently , for untroubled and serene , the summer night passed away , and yielded up its last breath in the pure embrace of ...
... hours on his mysterious errand . The ghosts - if ghosts there were -who haunted Birdiethorn , did their spiriting gently , for untroubled and serene , the summer night passed away , and yielded up its last breath in the pure embrace of ...
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... hour is a certain hour , isn't it ? Else where the use of naming it ? And is the man to blame for acting up to the letter of an agreement sealed , signed , & c . , according to law ? Not , mind you , that Mr. Crichton would have deemed ...
... hour is a certain hour , isn't it ? Else where the use of naming it ? And is the man to blame for acting up to the letter of an agreement sealed , signed , & c . , according to law ? Not , mind you , that Mr. Crichton would have deemed ...
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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.