Love, Volume 2Carey, Lea and Blanchard, 1838 |
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... spirit in which these gifts and graces were bestowed , was not what it once had been . He often said that Sarah was not able to walk as far as the point to which he intended to go . She was growing , and long walks were not good for her ...
... spirit in which these gifts and graces were bestowed , was not what it once had been . He often said that Sarah was not able to walk as far as the point to which he intended to go . She was growing , and long walks were not good for her ...
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... spirit . " " No , Sarah , you alarm yourself unnecessarily . Miss Clermont is certainly on the whole better ; any sleep , how- ever procured , is preferable to the constant wakefulness she has had these many nights passed ; but it is ...
... spirit . " " No , Sarah , you alarm yourself unnecessarily . Miss Clermont is certainly on the whole better ; any sleep , how- ever procured , is preferable to the constant wakefulness she has had these many nights passed ; but it is ...
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... spirit was opposed to his violence ; but Lady Herbert felt that it was easier for her to exercise this forbearance than it had once been , for even her love waned at last . Miss Clermont continued to complain of not recovering her ...
... spirit was opposed to his violence ; but Lady Herbert felt that it was easier for her to exercise this forbearance than it had once been , for even her love waned at last . Miss Clermont continued to complain of not recovering her ...
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... spirit ; so that , when obliged to listen to them , she fenced herself from their contagion by encou- raging the disgust they had never failed to produce . " I never saw any one derive so little amusement as you appear to do , Lady ...
... spirit ; so that , when obliged to listen to them , she fenced herself from their contagion by encou- raging the disgust they had never failed to produce . " I never saw any one derive so little amusement as you appear to do , Lady ...
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... spirit of her life . The time was approaching , when perhaps it was her part to know , as it comes to all at some time or other of their lives , that unless their strength is founded on religion , it is naught . Mabel Herbert was indeed ...
... spirit of her life . The time was approaching , when perhaps it was her part to know , as it comes to all at some time or other of their lives , that unless their strength is founded on religion , it is naught . Mabel Herbert was indeed ...
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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.