A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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... sort who inherit those noble and excellent gifts essential to that which the angels recognise as MANHOOD . " Spanish Comedy . ༦ EDINBURGH : JAMES HOGG . LONDON : GROOMBRIDGE & SONS . MDCCCLVII . 249.x.72 . OTHECA Α LORD OF THE CREATION ...
... sort who inherit those noble and excellent gifts essential to that which the angels recognise as MANHOOD . " Spanish Comedy . ༦ EDINBURGH : JAMES HOGG . LONDON : GROOMBRIDGE & SONS . MDCCCLVII . 249.x.72 . OTHECA Α LORD OF THE CREATION ...
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... sort of heiress . distant relative left her parents funded property to the amount of £ 10,000 - an affluence which they only lived to enjoy for a few months . The father Some died first , and it was during a visit to England- her first ...
... sort of heiress . distant relative left her parents funded property to the amount of £ 10,000 - an affluence which they only lived to enjoy for a few months . The father Some died first , and it was during a visit to England- her first ...
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... sort of cleft , as primroses best love to grow , with brave green leaves sheltering several timid little buds , that yet contrived to have a peep at the strange world they had crept into . " Well , are you going to pick them ? Can't you ...
... sort of cleft , as primroses best love to grow , with brave green leaves sheltering several timid little buds , that yet contrived to have a peep at the strange world they had crept into . " Well , are you going to pick them ? Can't you ...
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... sort of sigh , and submitted with docile readi- ness to all his arrangements . He pulled off his coat to make a pillow for her head , declaring he should be warm enough with rowing . How did she feel ? Was she comfortable ? Was she sure ...
... sort of sigh , and submitted with docile readi- ness to all his arrangements . He pulled off his coat to make a pillow for her head , declaring he should be warm enough with rowing . How did she feel ? Was she comfortable ? Was she sure ...
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... sort of amused interest and ad- miring curiosity . " I suppose you cannot conceive the possibility of having a home , and not being very fond of it ? " " I know it is possible . I know it is the case often , " she returned , coldly ...
... sort of amused interest and ad- miring curiosity . " I suppose you cannot conceive the possibility of having a home , and not being very fond of it ? " " I know it is possible . I know it is the case often , " she returned , coldly ...
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appeared asked Beacon's Cottage beautiful began better Blanche bling Bracebridge brown hill cambric Caro Caroline Caroline's Carry chair cheek child clasped colour companion cried Crooksforth Dear Vaughan door drew earnest Elizabeth Kendal eyes face Farquhar feel felt flowers flush gaze George Farquhar girl glad glance grace hand happy head heard heart hill keth knew lady laughing leaned light lips listen looked Madame de Vigny minute Miss Kendal Miss Maturin moorlands morning mother-of-pearl never old gentleman once pain pale passionate pause pleasant pleasure poor present pretty quhar quiet Redwood reply rose round seemed silence silver birch smile sofa sort spoke stood strange sudden suppose sweet talk tell tenderness terrace things thought Thurlston told tone took truth turned uncle uncle's uttered Vaughan Hesketh voice walk watch Windleton window wish words young
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Página 328 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Página 328 - The swift swallow pursueth the flies smale; The busy bee her honey now she mings ; Winter is worn that was the flowers' bale. And thus I see among these pleasant things Each care decays; and yet my sorrow springs.
Página 328 - The soote season that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill, and eke the vale; The nightingale, with feathers new, she sings; The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come ! for every spray now springs; The hart hath hung his old head o'er the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he Sings; The fishes float with new repaired scale; The adder all her slough away she flings; The swift swallow pursueth the flies small; The busy bee her honey new she brings. Winter is...