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I ' ll jist tell you a very clever speech Sandy Maxwell , your great - uncle , Annie ,
made about it , to the first cousin of Jock Macdonald ; but first I must tell ye a ' that
led to it , it ' ll wile awa ' the time a wee bit till Julian arrives . ” Here Miss Tibby ...
I ' ll jist tell you a very clever speech Sandy Maxwell , your great - uncle , Annie ,
made about it , to the first cousin of Jock Macdonald ; but first I must tell ye a ' that
led to it , it ' ll wile awa ' the time a wee bit till Julian arrives . ” Here Miss Tibby ...
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Come tell us all about it , my dear boy , ” he cried . “ There ' s nothing to tell , sir . ”
“ Perhaps , ” suggested Mrs . Lindsay , “ Miss Tibby would kindly read her letter .
That will spare our dear Julian the unpleasant office of sounding his own praise ...
Come tell us all about it , my dear boy , ” he cried . “ There ' s nothing to tell , sir . ”
“ Perhaps , ” suggested Mrs . Lindsay , “ Miss Tibby would kindly read her letter .
That will spare our dear Julian the unpleasant office of sounding his own praise ...
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To me it seems to tell of one who died ; And dying , swan - like , breathed that
heavenly strain : I trace the spirit struggling in its pride , With th ' enthralling sense
of earthly pain . “ Oh God ! how thrilling is that last farewell ! The dying and the ...
To me it seems to tell of one who died ; And dying , swan - like , breathed that
heavenly strain : I trace the spirit struggling in its pride , With th ' enthralling sense
of earthly pain . “ Oh God ! how thrilling is that last farewell ! The dying and the ...
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Whether they were to blame or not , none could tell ; but in the next Sunday “ Quiz
, ” there was a very bitter paper called Lavinia and Palemon , in which his
lordship cut a most contemptible and ridiculous figure . “ I ope you won ' t esteem
me ...
Whether they were to blame or not , none could tell ; but in the next Sunday “ Quiz
, ” there was a very bitter paper called Lavinia and Palemon , in which his
lordship cut a most contemptible and ridiculous figure . “ I ope you won ' t esteem
me ...
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said Grunter to himself , a light slowly breaking in on his obtuse brain , “ this is
owing to what Mr . Lindsay has told her of his ruin - silly enough to tell her , and
against my advice — she doesn ' t care now for him , or even for me ! Be it so ! he
...
said Grunter to himself , a light slowly breaking in on his obtuse brain , “ this is
owing to what Mr . Lindsay has told her of his ruin - silly enough to tell her , and
against my advice — she doesn ' t care now for him , or even for me ! Be it so ! he
...
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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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