The Matchmaker: A Novel, Volume 3Colburn, 1842 |
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... seemed at once to be able to read and to watch his hearers , gleamed like those of a lion at bay , at the slightest noise , whisper , or disturbance . Mr. Lindsay seemed to share his old usher's view , of the solemn importance of the ...
... seemed at once to be able to read and to watch his hearers , gleamed like those of a lion at bay , at the slightest noise , whisper , or disturbance . Mr. Lindsay seemed to share his old usher's view , of the solemn importance of the ...
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... latent disease had made so rapidly in one who had seemed , at her début , to deserve as well the title of Queen of Beauty as that of Queen of Song : true , the scene , the dress , the lights THE MATCHMAKER . 21 CHAPTER XLIX. ...
... latent disease had made so rapidly in one who had seemed , at her début , to deserve as well the title of Queen of Beauty as that of Queen of Song : true , the scene , the dress , the lights THE MATCHMAKER . 21 CHAPTER XLIX. ...
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... seemed shrunk and drooping . Few people can think at once intently and happily - alas ! to how many is deep thought , deep anguish ? -and , therefore , there is gene- rally much melancholy in the face of earnest thought ; there was ...
... seemed shrunk and drooping . Few people can think at once intently and happily - alas ! to how many is deep thought , deep anguish ? -and , therefore , there is gene- rally much melancholy in the face of earnest thought ; there was ...
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... seemed revived , when a large travelling - carriage , drawn by post - horses , stopped at the foot of a hill , within two miles of Moss Grove Rectory , and Mr. Lindsay and old Grunter descended from the interior , while Julian sprang ...
... seemed revived , when a large travelling - carriage , drawn by post - horses , stopped at the foot of a hill , within two miles of Moss Grove Rectory , and Mr. Lindsay and old Grunter descended from the interior , while Julian sprang ...
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... seemed awakened to the things of this world by his brother's misfor- tunes , and was all affectionate solicitude and eager attention . Ellen thought she could never do enough to welcome the party , and Augusta had not yet appeared . All ...
... seemed awakened to the things of this world by his brother's misfor- tunes , and was all affectionate solicitude and eager attention . Ellen thought she could never do enough to welcome the party , and Augusta had not yet appeared . All ...
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.