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I ' m sure I never looked sae bonny as on that day . ” “ Now , ” said Mr . Lindsay ,
who saw Augusta was hurt , “ I know not which of my nieces to love the best -
Augusta for her graceful compliance with another ' s will , or Ellen for her noble ...
I ' m sure I never looked sae bonny as on that day . ” “ Now , ” said Mr . Lindsay ,
who saw Augusta was hurt , “ I know not which of my nieces to love the best -
Augusta for her graceful compliance with another ' s will , or Ellen for her noble ...
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Past happiness is the only happiness we are sure of . I have no faith in the future .
The solitary joy of my life , that I have tasted among you dear friends , was born
here ; and , like a child pining for its native air , so will that one flower of my heart
...
Past happiness is the only happiness we are sure of . I have no faith in the future .
The solitary joy of my life , that I have tasted among you dear friends , was born
here ; and , like a child pining for its native air , so will that one flower of my heart
...
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He seemed so easy and affable ; I had no idea he prided himself on his rank so
much ; however , I am quite sure , if you chose " “ Mamma , you have my promise
to marry , within this year , either Julian or Sir Peter ; it only holds good if that old ...
He seemed so easy and affable ; I had no idea he prided himself on his rank so
much ; however , I am quite sure , if you chose " “ Mamma , you have my promise
to marry , within this year , either Julian or Sir Peter ; it only holds good if that old ...
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which comes to the same thing . It is Miss Ellen Lindsay , then , who is most
overwhelmed by this dreadful event . Are you sure of that ? " “ Quite sure , madam
! she cannot rest ; is ever by the patient ' s side , night and day . Not a little in my
way ...
which comes to the same thing . It is Miss Ellen Lindsay , then , who is most
overwhelmed by this dreadful event . Are you sure of that ? " “ Quite sure , madam
! she cannot rest ; is ever by the patient ' s side , night and day . Not a little in my
way ...
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God will bless her , angel as she is , I ' m sure , ” said Augusta . “ I would have
offered to go with you , uncle , but that , in travelling , every additional person is
an additional expense , and nothing one could do could atone for that . ” “ No , "
said ...
God will bless her , angel as she is , I ' m sure , ” said Augusta . “ I would have
offered to go with you , uncle , but that , in travelling , every additional person is
an additional expense , and nothing one could do could atone for that . ” “ No , "
said ...
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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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