Tales and sketches [from The sketch book]. In the corresponding style of phonography, Livro 2 |
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... manly person . The fond confiding air with which she looked up to him seemed to call forth a flash of triumphant pride and cherishing tenderness , as if he doted on his lovely b Naex 51 95 ; ; X ما و اس 3 THE WIFE . 21.
... manly person . The fond confiding air with which she looked up to him seemed to call forth a flash of triumphant pride and cherishing tenderness , as if he doted on his lovely b Naex 51 95 ; ; X ما و اس 3 THE WIFE . 21.
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... looked round her on a home destitute of every thing elegant , -almost of every thing con- venient ; and may now be sitting down , exhausted and spiritless , brooding over a prospect of future poverty . " There was a degree of ...
... looked round her on a home destitute of every thing elegant , -almost of every thing con- venient ; and may now be sitting down , exhausted and spiritless , brooding over a prospect of future poverty . " There was a degree of ...
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... looked about with a faint wildness . As the men approached with cords to lower the coffin into the grave , she wrung her hands and broke into an agony of grief . The poor woman who attended her took her by the arm , endeavoring to raise ...
... looked about with a faint wildness . As the men approached with cords to lower the coffin into the grave , she wrung her hands and broke into an agony of grief . The poor woman who attended her took her by the arm , endeavoring to raise ...
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... looked on his childhood , " that smoothed his pillow , and administered to his helplessness ? Oh there is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that transcends all other affections of the heart . It is neither to be ...
... looked on his childhood , " that smoothed his pillow , and administered to his helplessness ? Oh there is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that transcends all other affections of the heart . It is neither to be ...
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... riband or so - a faded black handkerchief , and one or two more such humble attempts to express by outward signs that grief which passes show . When I looked round upon the storied भ с • 4 A > ( ( X X 48 THE WIDOW AND HER SON ,
... riband or so - a faded black handkerchief , and one or two more such humble attempts to express by outward signs that grief which passes show . When I looked round upon the storied भ с • 4 A > ( ( X X 48 THE WIDOW AND HER SON ,
Palavras e frases frequentes
༡༨ affection agony aisles beautiful bloom bosom break broken heart bustle charm churchyard clasp cold comfort cottage country church deceased delicate delight dissipate domestic dressed dust earth elegant English feelings felicity flowers foliage fortune funeral gaze grave green grief hand happy heard humble landscape Leslie looked loveliness lover manner melancholy metropolis mind mother nature neighboring never parents passion peasantry pleasure poor poverty pride quiet rank round rural occupation rustic scene scenery seat seemed simplicity smile society soft sorrow soul spirits steps story Sunday sweet sympathy taste tears tenderness thought tomb trees village church wandering wife window withered woman ην با پر تا جا شما فه کا کام کم لا ما مره منا می نا نے ها ہے یا दे
Passagens conhecidas
Página 16 - She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He...
Página 46 - ... that smoothed his pillow, and administered to his helplessness? Oh! there is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that transcends all other affections of the heart. It is neither to be chilled by selfishness, nor daunted by danger, nor weakened by worthlessness, nor stifled by ingratitude. She will sacrifice every comfort to his convenience; she will...
Página 61 - Gothic tower; its windows rich with tracery and painted glass; its stately monuments of warriors and worthies of the olden time, ancestors of the present lords of the soil; its tombstones, recording successive generations of sturdy yeomanry, whose progeny still plough the same fields, and kneel at the same altar. — The parsonage...
Página 9 - She neglects all the cheerful exercises which gladden the spirits, quicken the pulses, and send the tide of life in healthful currents through the veins. Her rest is broken, the sweet refreshment of sleep is poisoned by melancholy dreams, dry sorrow drinks her blood, until her enfeebled frame sinks under the slightest external injury.
Página 27 - There is in every true woman's heart a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity ; but which kindles up, and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity. No man knows what the wife of his bosom is — no man knows what a ministering angel she is — until he has gone with her through the fiery trials of this world.
Página 17 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Página 59 - He lays aside his distance and reserve, and is glad to waive the distinctions of rank, and to enter into the honest, heart-felt enjoyments of common life. Indeed, the very amusements of the country bring men more and more together; and the sound of hound and horn blend all feelings into harmony.
Página 57 - The fondness for rural life among the higher classes of the English has had a great and salutary effect upon the national character. I do not know a finer race of men than the English gentlemen.
Página 18 - I HAVE often had occasion to remark the fortitude with which women sustain the most overwhelming reverses of fortune. Those disasters which break down the spirit of a man, and prostrate him in the dust, seem to call forth all the energies of the softer sex, and give such intrepidity and elevation to their character, that at times it approaches to sublimity.
Página 70 - This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green-sward : nothing she does or seems But smacks of something greater than herself, Too noble for this place.