Love, Volume 2Carey, Lea and Blanchard, 1838 |
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... hours at that time ; we seldom saw you then ; but come , let us to our game - what shall we play for ? " " Nay , " replied Lord Herbert , " since you are so skil- ful , let our stake be that the winner shall pay the loser whatever ...
... hours at that time ; we seldom saw you then ; but come , let us to our game - what shall we play for ? " " Nay , " replied Lord Herbert , " since you are so skil- ful , let our stake be that the winner shall pay the loser whatever ...
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... hours when they were led out to exercise , or when fed . " You seem really to take a delight in these sports , " Lord Herbert said ; " I never before knew any woman who understood these matters so well - it is quite a relief to have ...
... hours when they were led out to exercise , or when fed . " You seem really to take a delight in these sports , " Lord Herbert said ; " I never before knew any woman who understood these matters so well - it is quite a relief to have ...
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... hours after this event , than the subsequent day justified ; for she relapsed into restlessness and wander- ings of mind , which were followed by stupor . Miss Her- bert watched for Lord de Montmorenci as he came from her father's room ...
... hours after this event , than the subsequent day justified ; for she relapsed into restlessness and wander- ings of mind , which were followed by stupor . Miss Her- bert watched for Lord de Montmorenci as he came from her father's room ...
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... hours in the society of her friends . They were un- remitting in their attentions , and had alternately taken their station in her sick - room during the whole progress of her illness . Now that she was better , Lord Herbert and Lord de ...
... hours in the society of her friends . They were un- remitting in their attentions , and had alternately taken their station in her sick - room during the whole progress of her illness . Now that she was better , Lord Herbert and Lord de ...
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... hour of joy , or of distress : Heightening each joy , making each sorrow less ; Watching the wish untold , the glancing eye , Feeling the pure and perfect happiness , When in my sway the blessed power did lie , Of giving bliss , the ...
... hour of joy , or of distress : Heightening each joy , making each sorrow less ; Watching the wish untold , the glancing eye , Feeling the pure and perfect happiness , When in my sway the blessed power did lie , Of giving bliss , the ...
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Amy Hill Anna Clermont asked beautiful bert bert's better blessed bliss calm Captain Danesford carriage child countenance dared daugh daughter dear dearest mamma death Dick Stevenson Dieppe dread endeavoured evil existence expression eyes fear feeling fond Frederick Clermont give hand happy heard heart Herbert felt honour hope hour husband knew Lady Herbert laugh leave Leicestershire live looked Lord de Montmorenci Lord de Montmorenci's Lord Herbert Mabel marry ment mind Miss Cler Miss Clermont Miss Herbert mother nature ness never night passed passion pause perhaps person pleasure poor replied rest Sarah Herbert scene seemed silent Sir Charles Lennard Sir Edward Mowbray smile sorrow speak spirit spoke suffer sure tears tell thing thought tion truth turned utter voice walk whole wife wish woman words wretched young youth Zephir
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Página 189 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it : for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Página 189 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if...
Página 140 - All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, whereby they have made thee glad.
Página 47 - Neither was it mine adversary that did magnify himself against me; for then peradventure I would have hid myself from him : 14 But it was even thou, my companion, my guide, and mine own familiar friend.
Página 80 - Time ! the beautifier of the dead, Adorner of the ruin, comforter And only healer when the heart hath bled — Time ! the corrector where our judgments err, The test of truth, love, — sole philosopher, For all beside are sophists, from thy thrift, Which never loses though it doth defer — Time, the avenger ! unto thee I lift My hands, and eyes, and heart, and crave of thee a gift ; CXXXI.
Página 1 - It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes; All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance; And so am I for Phebe.
Página 47 - For it is not an open enemy that hath done me this dishonour ; for then I could have borne it...
Página 89 - To wear it? who can curiously behold The smoothness and the sheen of beauty's cheek, Nor feel the heart can never all grow old? Who can contemplate fame through clouds, unfold The star which rises o'er her steep, nor climb? Harold, once more within the vortex, roll'd On with the giddy circle, chasing time, Yet with a nobler aim than in his youth's fond prime.
Página 66 - Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud, To damp our brainless ardours, and abate That glare of life which often blinds the wise. Our dying friends are pioneers, to smooth Our rugged pass to death ; to break those bars Of terror and abhorrence Nature throws Cross our obstructed way, and thus to make Welcome, as safe, our port from every storm.
Página 93 - What man so wise, what earthly wit so ware, As to descry the crafty cunning traine, By which deceipt doth maske in visour faire, And cast her colours dyed deepe in graine, To seeme like Truth, whose shape she well can faine.