The Matchmaker: A Novel, Volume 3Colburn, 1842 |
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... in winter this spot was bright and warm . To this lovely place , then , came our party , from the bustle of London , to spend the Easter vacation , which began towards the middle of April . The season was very for- ward 6 THE MATCHMAKER .
... in winter this spot was bright and warm . To this lovely place , then , came our party , from the bustle of London , to spend the Easter vacation , which began towards the middle of April . The season was very for- ward 6 THE MATCHMAKER .
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... bright and sunny afternoon ; the air , as she leaned out of the window , ( panting for breath ) was sultry — she looked from her lattice . Was he who once took our Saviour to the mountain's top to tempt , was he , the invisible Spirit ...
... bright and sunny afternoon ; the air , as she leaned out of the window , ( panting for breath ) was sultry — she looked from her lattice . Was he who once took our Saviour to the mountain's top to tempt , was he , the invisible Spirit ...
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... bright as it so often is when the heart is saddest ; the sun glared in upon eyes that had not slept , heavy and red with weeping . There was something in Au- gusta's behaviour which shook Julian's confi- dence the spoiled child of the ...
... bright as it so often is when the heart is saddest ; the sun glared in upon eyes that had not slept , heavy and red with weeping . There was something in Au- gusta's behaviour which shook Julian's confi- dence the spoiled child of the ...
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... bright and delicate carpet . " Oh , how tiresome ! how distressing ! " said Mrs. Lindsay , making a protracted noise with her tongue , a kind of clicking , expres- sive of dismay , such as nurses make when a naughty child breaks his cup ...
... bright and delicate carpet . " Oh , how tiresome ! how distressing ! " said Mrs. Lindsay , making a protracted noise with her tongue , a kind of clicking , expres- sive of dismay , such as nurses make when a naughty child breaks his cup ...
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... bright flowers which , like the joys we covet , and turn from the straight path to win , are so bright till we grasp them , and then seem so paltry , and fade so soon ! .... The fields of corn already ripening , looked like Lilliputian ...
... bright flowers which , like the joys we covet , and turn from the straight path to win , are so bright till we grasp them , and then seem so paltry , and fade so soon ! .... The fields of corn already ripening , looked like Lilliputian ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
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Passagens conhecidas
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.