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I hate waltzing ; and , above all , Ellen , I hate the waltz you are playing now —
there is something in it that drives me mad . ” “ It is mournful , ” said Ellen . “ It is
Weber ' s last waltz . ” “ Then , Ellen , darling , ” said Mr . Lindsay , “ after my
fatigues ...
I hate waltzing ; and , above all , Ellen , I hate the waltz you are playing now —
there is something in it that drives me mad . ” “ It is mournful , ” said Ellen . “ It is
Weber ' s last waltz . ” “ Then , Ellen , darling , ” said Mr . Lindsay , “ after my
fatigues ...
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ev any one but you , Ellen , - I too should broach those high - flown sentiments ,
but my heart has ever been an open page to you . I cannot say , in the case you
have described , what I might feel or do ; but , thank Heaven ! he is the rich ...
ev any one but you , Ellen , - I too should broach those high - flown sentiments ,
but my heart has ever been an open page to you . I cannot say , in the case you
have described , what I might feel or do ; but , thank Heaven ! he is the rich ...
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duct , ” said Ellen , almost instinctively offering her frank hand . De Villeneuve
took Annie ' s also , and pressed them both ; but Annie held down her head — a
tear fell on De Villeneuve ' s hand , and , ashamed , Annie burst from him , and ...
duct , ” said Ellen , almost instinctively offering her frank hand . De Villeneuve
took Annie ' s also , and pressed them both ; but Annie held down her head — a
tear fell on De Villeneuve ' s hand , and , ashamed , Annie burst from him , and ...
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Ellen shuddered , and unconsciously drew nearer to De Villeneuve . In this
coaxing canting woman , who had been for forty years so familiar with death ,
there was something awful to her excited fancy . She seemed in that dark and
silent room ...
Ellen shuddered , and unconsciously drew nearer to De Villeneuve . In this
coaxing canting woman , who had been for forty years so familiar with death ,
there was something awful to her excited fancy . She seemed in that dark and
silent room ...
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drive his image from that pure shrine , your heart ! . . . now you will do a tardy act
of justice , Ellen , and recognise my wild and boundless love a love , which has
existed on itself , unfed by Hope — a love , which the ruin of your fortunes has but
...
drive his image from that pure shrine , your heart ! . . . now you will do a tardy act
of justice , Ellen , and recognise my wild and boundless love a love , which has
existed on itself , unfed by Hope — a love , which the ruin of your fortunes has but
...
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Página 46 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring, To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Página 222 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth ? Curse on his...
Página 46 - I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
Página 247 - MY birth-day" — what a different sound That word had in my youthful ears ! And how, each time the day comes round, Less and less white its mark appears ! When first our scanty years are told, It seems like pastime to grow old ; And, as Youth counts the shining links. That Time around him binds so fast, Pleased with the task, he little thinks How hard that chain will press at last. Vain was the man, and false as vain, Who said* — "were he ordain'd to run " His long career of life again, . " He...
Página 143 - Winter comes, to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train — Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme ; These, that exalt the soul to solemn thought And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms...
Página 182 - The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole, And oh! that eye was in itself a Soul...
Página 254 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Página 237 - Was my own lord. Then did I seek to rise Out of the prison of my mean estate ; And, with such jewels as the exploring Mind Brings from the caves of Knowledge, buy my ransom From those twin gaolers of the daring heart — Low Birth and iron Fortune.
Página 277 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Página 7 - Alas ! regardless of their doom, The little victims play! No sense have they of Ills to come; Nor Care, beyond to-day! Yet see, how all around them wait The Ministers of human fate; And black Misfortune's baleful Train!
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | The matchmaker, by the author of 'Cousin Geoffrey'. The matchmaker, by the author of 'Cousin Geoffrey', Harriet Maria Gordon Smythies |
| Autor | Harriet Maria Gordon Smythies |
| Publicação | 1842 |
| Original de | Universidade de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 24 Abr 2006 |
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