The Matchmaker: A Novel, Volume 3Colburn, 1842 |
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... offering of the heart is pure as the first snowdrop that heralds in the spring . In her early and almost child - like ignorance , the young girl loves him , who never hints at mar- riage , but what is extreme innocence in the dawn of ...
... offering of the heart is pure as the first snowdrop that heralds in the spring . In her early and almost child - like ignorance , the young girl loves him , who never hints at mar- riage , but what is extreme innocence in the dawn of ...
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... offer- remember one who , I believe , would follow you in beg- gary through the world . " " Ah ! you wrong Augusta ! " " Who can wrong a coquette ? " " She is no coquette . " " " Cela reste à prouver ! " " At any rate , oblige me by ...
... offer- remember one who , I believe , would follow you in beg- gary through the world . " " Ah ! you wrong Augusta ! " " Who can wrong a coquette ? " " She is no coquette . " " " Cela reste à prouver ! " " At any rate , oblige me by ...
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... offer it up with . " STERNE . " I shall not have the house turned topsy- turvy for that old Grunter , " said Mrs. Lind- say to Ellen , who was quietly making some arrangements for the old usher's comfort ; your uncle , of course , is ...
... offer it up with . " STERNE . " I shall not have the house turned topsy- turvy for that old Grunter , " said Mrs. Lind- say to Ellen , who was quietly making some arrangements for the old usher's comfort ; your uncle , of course , is ...
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... offers - she was in love - she married a young collegian , who had nothing At first he was all tenderness , but " Poverty came in at the door , and Love flew out at the window . " The wife soon lost her beauty , and the hus- band his ...
... offers - she was in love - she married a young collegian , who had nothing At first he was all tenderness , but " Poverty came in at the door , and Love flew out at the window . " The wife soon lost her beauty , and the hus- band his ...
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... offer but oneself - still , to my own fate I am reconciled . I doubt not that I can carve my way become the architect of my own fortunes .... " " Can ye ? " said Grunter- " Did you ever try ? " " No , I have had no occasion . " 54 THE ...
... offer but oneself - still , to my own fate I am reconciled . I doubt not that I can carve my way become the architect of my own fortunes .... " " Can ye ? " said Grunter- " Did you ever try ? " " No , I have had no occasion . " 54 THE ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
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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.