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... hand , or even to his regard ( which , by the bye , rather offended me , for I took it to myself , although I hated him ) , formed the mass of his discourse . Sometimes , in- deed , he obligingly informed us that he was the best shot ...
... hand , or even to his regard ( which , by the bye , rather offended me , for I took it to myself , although I hated him ) , formed the mass of his discourse . Sometimes , in- deed , he obligingly informed us that he was the best shot ...
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... hand gracefully outstretched , which means , " allow me to hand your ladyship to your seat , " or , " am I a welcome conductor on this occasion ? " or - insipidly- " here , take my hand , custom commands it , but my heart is not of the ...
... hand gracefully outstretched , which means , " allow me to hand your ladyship to your seat , " or , " am I a welcome conductor on this occasion ? " or - insipidly- " here , take my hand , custom commands it , but my heart is not of the ...
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... hand . He took it from me , and opening its leaves , pointed out the following passage . It was Tasso's . " Celan le selve angui , leoni id orsi , " Dentro il lor verde : tu dentro il bel petto " Nasconde odio dis degno ed impietade ...
... hand . He took it from me , and opening its leaves , pointed out the following passage . It was Tasso's . " Celan le selve angui , leoni id orsi , " Dentro il lor verde : tu dentro il bel petto " Nasconde odio dis degno ed impietade ...
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... livered to me , in these words : " Your silence seals my destiny . I am miserable for life . " I knew the hand , and I was overwhelmed at perusing it . I now saw saw that he had written to me ; but that THE METROPOLIS . 43.
... livered to me , in these words : " Your silence seals my destiny . I am miserable for life . " I knew the hand , and I was overwhelmed at perusing it . I now saw saw that he had written to me ; but that THE METROPOLIS . 43.
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... hands , approving smiles , looks of ap- Our hostess probation followed me out of the room . was uncommonly attentive to me . Doricourt was like a father , aud my cousin's support was of the first dignity of friendship and of manliness ...
... hands , approving smiles , looks of ap- Our hostess probation followed me out of the room . was uncommonly attentive to me . Doricourt was like a father , aud my cousin's support was of the first dignity of friendship and of manliness ...
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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.