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... mischief which I had done ! but truth must be avowed . I retired to my room after breakfast . The Duke's eyes followed me to the door , and were fixed upon upon the last light which glimmered through its clo I THE METROPOLIS . 19.
... mischief which I had done ! but truth must be avowed . I retired to my room after breakfast . The Duke's eyes followed me to the door , and were fixed upon upon the last light which glimmered through its clo I THE METROPOLIS . 19.
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... a dreadful noise , calling his servant , whist- ling for his dogs , rattling up and down stairs , and humming a waltz to himself . At last I was relieved by by hearing him shut the door and go out . 24 THE METROPOLIS .
... a dreadful noise , calling his servant , whist- ling for his dogs , rattling up and down stairs , and humming a waltz to himself . At last I was relieved by by hearing him shut the door and go out . 24 THE METROPOLIS .
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... door , I beheld a letter thrust under it . I took it , and found , what I at first expected , that it was from the Duke . It was brief ; it was respectful ; but it was full of warmth and of sincerity , and very explicitly conveyed an ...
... door , I beheld a letter thrust under it . I took it , and found , what I at first expected , that it was from the Duke . It was brief ; it was respectful ; but it was full of warmth and of sincerity , and very explicitly conveyed an ...
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... door threw me into a spasmodic affec tion , and that I was absent , low spirited , and debili tated to a great degree . Our dispatches from the ci - devant ambassador contained an account of the violence of the Duke's distress , in the ...
... door threw me into a spasmodic affec tion , and that I was absent , low spirited , and debili tated to a great degree . Our dispatches from the ci - devant ambassador contained an account of the violence of the Duke's distress , in the ...
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... doors with great stage effect ; and beginning her scene with me , approached . She forced out a few cro- codile - tears , and , kissing me between my eye - brows ,. and gently tapping my cheek , exclaimed , " poor thing , don't fret ...
... doors with great stage effect ; and beginning her scene with me , approached . She forced out a few cro- codile - tears , and , kissing me between my eye - brows ,. and gently tapping my cheek , exclaimed , " poor thing , don't fret ...
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abroad acquaintance admiration aide-de-camp amongst amusement appearance Argyle theatre attention Baronet beauty better brother called carriage CHAPTER character Colonel Countess court cried dance daughter dear delight dress Duke fair fancy fashion female Fidelio Fleet prison fortune France French gave gentleman give Glenarvon Grace habits half hand happy Harry Wildish head heart honor horse husband illustrious Italian greyhound Lady G Lady Mildew Ladyship laugh look Lord Lordship Madeira Marquess married mask masquerade mind mother neral never night noble nom de guerre odious Pall Mall party passed peer person play poor Prince quadrille racter replied retired scandal scene seemed servant smile spirits taste theatre thing thought tion told took town turn Vauxhall whilst wife woman word wrong box young
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Página 259 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music, — summer's eve — or spring, A flower — the wind — the Ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Página 50 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar : I love not man the less, but nature more...
Página 58 - Hath pillow'd oft this aching head ; A mouth which smiles on me alone, An eye whose tears with mine are shed. There are two hearts whose movements thrill In unison so closely sweet ! That, pulse to pulse responsive still, They both must heave — or cease to beat.
Página 57 - There is a mystic thread of life So dearly wreathed with mine alone, That destiny's relentless knife At once must sever both or none. There is a form on which these eyes Have often gazed with fond delight ; By day that form their joy supplies, And dreams restore it through the night. There is...
Página 192 - Song is sung, to a dismal kind of music 0, let us howl some heavy note, Some deadly dogged howl, Sounding, as from the threatening throat Of beasts and fatal fowl! As ravens, screech-owls, bulls, and bears, We'll bell, and bawl our parts, Till irksome noise have cloyed your ears.
Página 259 - But ever and anon of griefs subdued There comes a token like a Scorpion's sting, Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued ; And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever...
Página 170 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner; and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The .immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! logo.
Página 193 - I'll draw it nearer by a perspective, or make a glass that shall set all the world on fire upon an instant. I cannot sleep; my pillow is stuffed with a litter of porcupines.
Página 20 - Page had poisoned him !—In dread they turned To where the murderer was : she had not moved, But stood with fixed eyes; the clouds of death Were on her face — she too had pledged the cup ! THE LOVER'S ROCK. " Oh why should Fate such pleasure have, Life's dearest bands untwining; Or why so sweet a flower as love Depend on Fortune's shining ? This world's wealth, when I think upon't, Is pride and a' the lave on't; Fie, fie on silly coward man, That he should be the slave on't."—BURNS.
Página 46 - Or Beauty, blighted in an hour, Find joy within her broken bower ? No: gayer insects fluttering by Ne'er droop the wing o'er those that die, And lovelier things have mercy shown To every failing but their own, And every wo a tear can claim Except an erring sister's shame.