Friends and Fortune: A Moral TaleD. Appleton & Company, 1849 - 240 páginas |
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... tears , -while by the same post , writes another , that the in- consolable mourner has been gayer than ever , and is considered the prima donna , now I am gone : mark that last phrase , Martin ; for the very individual who pays me the ...
... tears , -while by the same post , writes another , that the in- consolable mourner has been gayer than ever , and is considered the prima donna , now I am gone : mark that last phrase , Martin ; for the very individual who pays me the ...
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... tears that laughter had brought to his cheeks , " we'll cut him up in our next edition of the ' Dunciad , ' Alfred ! Now as Mary has been making signs to me for the last ten mi- nutes to let her off , and as time is getting on , I sug ...
... tears that laughter had brought to his cheeks , " we'll cut him up in our next edition of the ' Dunciad , ' Alfred ! Now as Mary has been making signs to me for the last ten mi- nutes to let her off , and as time is getting on , I sug ...
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... tears were on Miss Leyden's cheeks , but there was a mild serenity on her brow , that told of an inward peace that is not of this world . Miss Armadale said not a word , but drawing her close , pressed a warm kiss on her lips . No human ...
... tears were on Miss Leyden's cheeks , but there was a mild serenity on her brow , that told of an inward peace that is not of this world . Miss Armadale said not a word , but drawing her close , pressed a warm kiss on her lips . No human ...
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... tears , but they were the tears of true penitence ; and a hope sprung up even among them , that unworthy as she was , it might yet be granted to her to be that true and faithful steward the Vicar had so earnestly desired . With this end ...
... tears , but they were the tears of true penitence ; and a hope sprung up even among them , that unworthy as she was , it might yet be granted to her to be that true and faithful steward the Vicar had so earnestly desired . With this end ...
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... tears . Poor Alfred ! ... but he was a poet , and it is thus that poets love investing a mortal like themselves with the immortal perfections they yearn after , and by the very ardour of their affection , preparing for themselves ...
... tears . Poor Alfred ! ... but he was a poet , and it is thus that poets love investing a mortal like themselves with the immortal perfections they yearn after , and by the very ardour of their affection , preparing for themselves ...
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afraid Alfred Crawford Alfred's Antoine Armadale's asked Aunt Strapper beauty better blessing cheek child Christmas comfort Conroy cried Dame dear dear Mary door dress duenna Elizabeth Tudor eyes face father feel felt Ferdinand fire garet girl give glad Grace Grange hand happy head hear heard heart heiress hope Katy knew laughing lips looked ma'am MacMurdoch madale mamma Margaret Armadale Martin dear Mary Leyden mind Miss Arma Miss Armadale Miss Crawford Miss Esther Miss Leyden Miss Martin Miss Theodosia morning mother Nelson never night Nisbett nurse Wilton pardon party poor Portland Place pray replied Rockstone Rory round secret Shipton silent Sir Tudor smile soon speak spirit sure talk tears tell thing thought told turned Uncle Sym Vicar voice walked wish word young lady
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Página 56 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 56 - O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Página 50 - Christian saw the picture of a very grave person hang up against the wall ; and this was the fashion of it : it had eyes lifted up to heaven, the best of books in his hand, the law of truth was written upon his lips, the world was behind his back ; he stood as if he pleaded with men ; and a crown of gold did hang over his head.
Página 55 - The Tempest" Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air...
Página 56 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury...
Página 50 - ... had eyes lifted up to heaven, the best of books in his hand, the law of truth was written on his lips, the world was behind his back, it stood as if it pleaded with men, and a crown of gold did hang over its head.
Página 179 - Where shall he rest his wing ? where turn for flight ? For all around is Light, — Primal, essential, all-pervading Light ! Heart cannot think, nor tongue declare, Nor eyes of Angel bear, That Glory unimaginably bright; The Sun himself had seemed A speck of darkness there, Amid that Light of Light ! 13.
Página 234 - Be glad, ye children of Zion, and rejoice in the Lord your God. He has crowned the year with goodness ; He has glorified the earth with deliverance ; if ye should ' rejoice in the Lord alway,' above all should ye do so now. Only take heed that ye rejoice aright; that Christmas drown not the name of Christ; that in the joy of the Saviour's Birth ye neglect...
Página 306 - You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand, Such as I am: though for myself alone I would not be ambitious in my wish, To wish myself much better; yet for you I would be trebled twenty times myself...
Página 236 - ... obedience; bringing heart, and soul, and strength, and intellect, as offerings to the Bridegroom's Table. Children of the Earth, wild olives of the Gentiles, listen to the Song of Christmas. Yes ! there are hearts that love Him, and find their joy in His favour. Who are they that wake the Nativity Morn with the loudest and sweetest carols ? that fill the Lord's Courts with beaming faces, and bring the brightest smile, and the happiest laugh, for the meeting of affection at home ? Who but they...