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... door ; where Biddy was sure to be waiting , with a ready answer and a kind look . Ay , welcome indeed was the commonest word which came from Lanty's lips ; and the more so , as not a syllable of a more direct tendency had he ever ...
... door ; where Biddy was sure to be waiting , with a ready answer and a kind look . Ay , welcome indeed was the commonest word which came from Lanty's lips ; and the more so , as not a syllable of a more direct tendency had he ever ...
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... door . " Come in , Biddy Keenahan ; rise the latch , an ' niver mind blessin ' or crossin ' when you step over the thrash- hold ! " muttered the voice of the old hag inside . Biddy started back at hearing her own name thus pronounced ...
... door . " Come in , Biddy Keenahan ; rise the latch , an ' niver mind blessin ' or crossin ' when you step over the thrash- hold ! " muttered the voice of the old hag inside . Biddy started back at hearing her own name thus pronounced ...
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... door hastily , ran down the path without venturing to look at the alder bush , for fear of the black cat . In a minute or two she was at the water's edge , and safe over the side of the cot . In an hour afterwards she was landed on the ...
... door hastily , ran down the path without venturing to look at the alder bush , for fear of the black cat . In a minute or two she was at the water's edge , and safe over the side of the cot . In an hour afterwards she was landed on the ...
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... door , -- the common salu- tation to any one , however employed . Biddy felt her blood curdle at the words , for she did not think the mysterious and underhand work she was about was a holy one : but this was a moment's thought . She ...
... door , -- the common salu- tation to any one , however employed . Biddy felt her blood curdle at the words , for she did not think the mysterious and underhand work she was about was a holy one : but this was a moment's thought . She ...
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... door as he drank . Biddy could not resist her desire to mark the progress of her charm . She stole a sidelong glance at Lanty . His first look , as he gave back the bowl , was one of sim- ple satisfaction at the highly - flavoured ...
... door as he drank . Biddy could not resist her desire to mark the progress of her charm . She stole a sidelong glance at Lanty . His first look , as he gave back the bowl , was one of sim- ple satisfaction at the highly - flavoured ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
aid-de-camp ALARIC Anakims Angels Antonietta arms Beauchamp beautiful behold beneath Biddy Keenahan bless boat bosom breath brigands bright brow CAROLINE BOWLES CHARLES ROLLS cheek cheering cried dark daughter dead dear deep dreadful dream earth Ellen Engraved eyes fancy father fear feeling fell flowers gaze gentle girl glance gone grace hand happy hath heard heart heaven Hessians honour hope hour India paper ITHRAN J.M.W.Turner lady Lanty light lips living look Louisa Lowton mind morning Mortimer never Nicastro night o'er once Orme passed Peppè Tosco Pompeii poor Portraits ravelin Rolls round Rowena Scogan seemed sigh Sir A. D. Sir Walter Scott smile song soon soul spirit stood sure sweet tears teraphim thee thine thing THOMAS MOORE thou thought town Vanity Fair Vernet Villars voice waves wild wind wood words young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 55 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it Love-in-idleness.
Página 55 - Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee once: The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Página 323 - AT evening time, let there be light; Life's little day draws near its close ; Around me fall the shades of night, The night of death, the grave's repose ; To crown my joys, to end my woes, At evening time, let there be light.
Página 324 - At evening time there shall be light ! For God hath spoken ; it must be ; Fear, doubt, and anguish take their flight ; His glory now is risen on me ; Mine eyes shall his salvation see ; 'T is evening time, and there is light ! 991.
Página 359 - Your wheelings, dartings, divings, rambles, Your restless roving round and round The circuit of your crystal bound, — Is but the task of weary pain, An endless labour, dull and vain ; And while your forms are gaily shining Your little lives are inly pining ! Nay ! but still I fain would dream That ye are happy as ye seem, Deck'd in Oriental pride, By homely British fire-side.
Página 178 - I brought her, one morning, a rose for her brow ; Where is she gone, where is she gone ? She told me such horrors were never worn now : And I — am left all alone...
Página 320 - I never •was a favourite, My mother never smiled On me, with half the tenderness That blessed her fairer child : I've seen her kiss my sister's cheek, While fondled on her knee ; I've turned away, to hide my tears, There was no kiss for me!
Página 320 - I've seen her kiss my sister's cheek, While fondled on her knee ; I've turned away, to hide my tears, — There was no kiss for me ! And yet I strove to please with all My little store of sense ; I strove to please, and infancy Can rarely give offence ; But when my artless efforts met A cold ungentle check, I did not dare to throw myself In tears upon her neck ! How...
Página 201 - Not all alone, — the whispering trees, The rippling brook, the starry sky, — Have each peculiar harmonies, To soothe, subdue, and sanctify : The low, sweet breath of evening's sigh, For thee hath oft a friendly tone, To lift thy grateful thoughts on high...
Página 321 - I strove to please, with all My little store of sense ; I strove to please, and infancy Can rarely give offence ; But when my artless efforts met A cold, ungentle check, I did not dare to throw myself In tears upon her neck. How blessed are the beautiful ! Love watches o'er their birth ; Oh, beauty ! in my nursery I learned to know thy worth, — For even there I often felt Forsaken and forlorn, And wished — for others wished it too — I never had been born.