A Point of ConscienceJ.B. Lippincott, 1895 - 311 pages |
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... Talk of the " begins Lady Maria , with a shrug . She laughs gaily , checking herself at the naughty word . Her laugh is infectious and wonderfully young , considering that she is a grandmother , and not even a young one at that . Grief ...
... Talk of the " begins Lady Maria , with a shrug . She laughs gaily , checking herself at the naughty word . Her laugh is infectious and wonderfully young , considering that she is a grandmother , and not even a young one at that . Grief ...
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... talking about , Anthony , when you speak of bringing in outsiders ? Why , with Cecil and Miss Royce , we shall do a roaring trade . " " Miss Royce , oh , yes ! " says Verschoyle , quickly . " Miss Royce has a most sweet and singularly ...
... talking about , Anthony , when you speak of bringing in outsiders ? Why , with Cecil and Miss Royce , we shall do a roaring trade . " " Miss Royce , oh , yes ! " says Verschoyle , quickly . " Miss Royce has a most sweet and singularly ...
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... Talk of an angel , " says the latter in a low tone ; not so low , however , but that Maden Royce can hear it , as , indeed , she hears anything he says at almost impossible distances , so acute has her ear grown to the sound of his ...
... Talk of an angel , " says the latter in a low tone ; not so low , however , but that Maden Royce can hear it , as , indeed , she hears anything he says at almost impossible distances , so acute has her ear grown to the sound of his ...
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... talking now to Mr. Verschoyle . " Oh , that ! " says Fenton . stupid of you ? " " Is she stupid , too , then ? " " Come , now , isn't that a little My dear child , what do you mean ? " " Oh ! I know . I know " passionately . Her little ...
... talking now to Mr. Verschoyle . " Oh , that ! " says Fenton . stupid of you ? " " Is she stupid , too , then ? " " Come , now , isn't that a little My dear child , what do you mean ? " " Oh ! I know . I know " passionately . Her little ...
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... talk , " says she , indicating the fallen trunk of a tree near her . " This bazaar seems to be absorbing everybody's thoughts . " " Not mine , " says he , with a downward glance at her , a glance she catches and returns with a smile ...
... talk , " says she , indicating the fallen trunk of a tree near her . " This bazaar seems to be absorbing everybody's thoughts . " " Not mine , " says he , with a downward glance at her , a glance she catches and returns with a smile ...
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Page 106 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, • But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die...
Page 249 - Ah yet would God this flesh of mine might be Where air might wash and long leaves cover me, Where tides of grass break into foam of flowers, Or where the wind's feet shine along the sea. Ah yet would God that stems and roots were bred Out of my weary body and my head, That sleep were sealed upon me with a seal, And I were as the least of all his dead.
Page 202 - tis true, do never shun the light; Just are their thoughts, and open are their tempers, Freely without disguise they love and hate, Still are they found in the fair face of day, And Heav'n and men are judges of their actions.
Page 206 - And thus, after all, the most natural beauty in the world is honesty and moral truth. For all beauty is truth."" True features make the beauty of a face and true proportions, the beauty of architecture as true measures, that of harmony and music. In poetry, which is all fable, truth still is the perfection.
Page 267 - Song, have thy day and take thy fill of light Before the night be fallen across thy way ; Sing while he may, man hath no long delight. THE YEAR OF THE ROSE FROM the depths of the green garden-closes Where the summer in darkness dozes Till autumn pluck from his hand An hour-glass that holds not a sand ; From the maze that a flower-belt encloses To the stones and sea-grass on the strand How red was the reign of the roses Over the rose-crowned land...
Page 95 - DAY is past ! Stars have set their watch at last, Founts that through the deep woods flow Make sweet sounds, unheard till now, Flowers have shut with fading light — Good-night...
Page 70 - It is the mynd, that maketh good or ill, That maketh wretch or happie, rich or poore: For some, that hath abundance at his will, Hath not enough, but wants in greatest store ; And other, that hath litle...
Page 291 - And I wouldn't marry you if you were the last man on earth!
Page 158 - ... sorrow of all humanity." But I had no compassion for human misery, Whilst thou wert with me still. Then these, the river with its weeping, The piteous stars, the miserable men, All prayed the earth's dark depths to take thee from me, That so my woe might understand their woe ; And now — I weep. Yet weep I not for human misery, Nor for the stars' complaining, Nor for the river's wailing.
Page 223 - Have ye not seen sometime a pale face (Among a press) of him that hath been...