The Matchmaker: A Novel, Volume 3Colburn, 1842 |
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... Zelie as his sister , so they were strictly private , and all Annie could glean was , that he was well , and at Hastings . There he had been obliged to accompany • Zelie , whose exertions in London had brought on an 16 THE MATCHMAKER .
... Zelie as his sister , so they were strictly private , and all Annie could glean was , that he was well , and at Hastings . There he had been obliged to accompany • Zelie , whose exertions in London had brought on an 16 THE MATCHMAKER .
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A Novel Mrs. Gordon Smythies. Zelie , whose exertions in London had brought on an inflammation of the chest . Of course , this circumstance was unknown to all but Julian . Ellen began to wish for the society of her enlightened and ...
A Novel Mrs. Gordon Smythies. Zelie , whose exertions in London had brought on an inflammation of the chest . Of course , this circumstance was unknown to all but Julian . Ellen began to wish for the society of her enlightened and ...
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... way . To while away the fortnight , which he knew would seem forty years , Julian set off for Hastings , to visit his friend De Villeneuve and poor Zelie . CHAPTER XLIX . " Adieu , poor luckless maiden ! 20 THE MATCHMAKER .
... way . To while away the fortnight , which he knew would seem forty years , Julian set off for Hastings , to visit his friend De Villeneuve and poor Zelie . CHAPTER XLIX . " Adieu , poor luckless maiden ! 20 THE MATCHMAKER .
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... Zelie , the Queen of Song , sat alone at the foot of one of the giant rocks of Hastings . On one of her wan and almost transparent hands rested her fine head , while with the other she gathered up shells and seaweed , on which she gazed ...
... Zelie , the Queen of Song , sat alone at the foot of one of the giant rocks of Hastings . On one of her wan and almost transparent hands rested her fine head , while with the other she gathered up shells and seaweed , on which she gazed ...
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... Zelie's - there was a fierce mental struggle . She suddenly clasped her hands , half raised herself with an air of pride and firm resolve . A tinge of colour dawned on her cheek— she murmured , " I will leave him ; he shall be happy ; I ...
... Zelie's - there was a fierce mental struggle . She suddenly clasped her hands , half raised herself with an air of pride and firm resolve . A tinge of colour dawned on her cheek— she murmured , " I will leave him ; he shall be happy ; I ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
affection Alphonse Annie Augusta Babie beautiful bless brae bright brother canna Capricorn carriage CHAPTER cheeks cheer Chester cold colour comfort Covent Garden daughters dear Donald dreadful dress earnest elegant Ellen drew Ellen Lindsay exile eyes fancy fate father Fatima feel Fitzcribb fortitude fortune George Cruikshank girl glod Gripeall Grunter Gubbs hand happy heart Heeland History of Philosophy hope Horace Smith Julian Lady lassie letter Lindsay's lips London looked lord madam marriage match matchmaker mind Miss Tibby Moss Grove Rectory mother never old Lindsay once pale peace perhaps Philosophy of History Poor Grizzy poverty racter Reverend Gregory rose ruined Screech seemed Sir E. L. Sir Peter Riskwell sister smile sobbed Socinian strange sweet tears thing thought toil trembled ture uncle Villeneuve vols wealth weep wife window Winterthur wish woman wretched young Zelie
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Página 68 - 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 169 - SEE, 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, Congenial horrors, hail ! with frequent foot...
Página 29 - 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!
Página 39 - HEAVEN eternal fountain of our feelings! 'tis here I trace thee and this is thy divinity which stirs within me not that, in some sad and sickening moments, my soul shrinks back upon herself, and startles at destruction mere pomp of words!
Página 1 - gainst the thunderstroke; And from beneath his boughs were seen to sally The dappled foresters — as day awoke, The branching stag swept down with all his herd, To quaff a brook which murmur'd like a bird.
Página 125 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue...
Página 39 - Eternal fountain of our feelings! 'tis here I trace thee and this is thy "divinity which stirs within me" not, that in some sad and sickening moments, "my soul shrinks back upon herself, and startles at destruction" mere pomp of words! but that I feel some generous joys and generous cares beyond myself all comes from thee, great great SENSORIUM of the world! which vibrates, if a hair of our heads but...
Página 45 - ... tis an easy matter to pick up sticks enough from any thicket where it has strayed, to make a fire to offer it up with.
Página 138 - I won't trouble you any more.' Then how am I to help you?' 'I didn't ask your help.' Then why come to me?' "Why, indeed!' I echoed. 'Will you let me pass?' 'Not until you tell me where you are going and what you mean to do.' 'Can't you guess?' I cried. And for many seconds we stood staring in each other's eyes. 'Have you got the pluck?' said he, breaking the spell in a tone so cynical that it brought my last drop of blood to the boil. 'You shall see,' said I, as I stepped back and whipped the pistol...
Página 21 - Adieu, poor luckless maiden ! Imbibe the oil and wine which the compassion of a stranger, as he journeyeth on his way, now pours into thy wounds — the Being who has twice bruised thee can only bind them up for ever.