De Clifford: Or, The Constant Man, Volume 1Henry Colburn, 1841 - 4 páginas |
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... Foljambe Hastings , led to what occasioned the most violent crisis , whether of pleasure or pain , which my heart ever knew . By what I thought an ex- traordinary coincideuce , he was the son and heir of the gen- tleman whom I have ...
... Foljambe Hastings , led to what occasioned the most violent crisis , whether of pleasure or pain , which my heart ever knew . By what I thought an ex- traordinary coincideuce , he was the son and heir of the gen- tleman whom I have ...
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... Foljambe Park to buffet , as he said , with the stout yeomen , and sturdy balf - gentlemeu ( among whom I was one ) , who were laying in their stores of learning at Sedbergh . But though Foljambe Hastings was in his treatment con ...
... Foljambe Park to buffet , as he said , with the stout yeomen , and sturdy balf - gentlemeu ( among whom I was one ) , who were laying in their stores of learning at Sedbergh . But though Foljambe Hastings was in his treatment con ...
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... ( Foljambe's and mine ) were made uncomfortable by it . For when we appeared together arm and arm , it was thought that we were too proud to asso- ciate with the rest ; we were laughed at , and a cry of Pyla- des and Orestes set up in ...
... ( Foljambe's and mine ) were made uncomfortable by it . For when we appeared together arm and arm , it was thought that we were too proud to asso- ciate with the rest ; we were laughed at , and a cry of Pyla- des and Orestes set up in ...
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... Foljambe had insulted him , the pedagogue replied , in his broad Cumberland dialect , " Yoong lad , take care what thou say'st ; Mr. Fooljamb Hastings is a gentleman , and a gentle- man never insoolts any one . But I thought ...
... Foljambe had insulted him , the pedagogue replied , in his broad Cumberland dialect , " Yoong lad , take care what thou say'st ; Mr. Fooljamb Hastings is a gentleman , and a gentle- man never insoolts any one . But I thought ...
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... Foljambe had , however , a most extraordinary warmth and vigor in all his thoughts and conceptions , whatever they were , and whether in opinions , feelings , or conduct , could never be neutral . His regard for me seemed a passion ...
... Foljambe had , however , a most extraordinary warmth and vigor in all his thoughts and conceptions , whatever they were , and whether in opinions , feelings , or conduct , could never be neutral . His regard for me seemed a passion ...
Outras edições - Ver tudo
De Clifford; Or, The Constant Man De Clifford,Robert P. Ward,Author of Tremaine Visualização integral - 1858 |
De Clifford; or, The constant man, by the author of 'Tremaine'. Robert Plumer Ward Visualização integral - 1841 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
acquaintance admiration affected afterwards Alcibiades allowed asked Bardolfe beautiful mind Bertha Bostock brother called certainly character charming Christ Church Clifford condescend cousin Crackenthorpe daugh daughter delight dinner doubt Eau de Cologne elegance equal Eton exclaimed eyes fashion father fear feelings felt Foljambe Park fool fortune Fother Fothergill friendship gave Gayhurst gentleman give glad Granville happy Hastings heart honour hope husband inequality knew Lady Cherubina laughed least less look Lord Albany manner Mansell marquess means Merriton mind mortification nature never noble observed Oxford particularly passed passion perhaps person Petrarch pleased pleasure plebeian pride proud Queen's Queen's men rank recollections replied respect returned Sedbergh Sedley seemed sense Shanks shew Sir Harry sister smile sort spirit superior suppose sure surprised taste tell thing thought tion told tutor vulgar walk wife wish word young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 240 - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
Página 241 - Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment?
Página 31 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ? The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields...
Página 48 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Página 53 - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Página 243 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Página 179 - Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly There's naught in this life sweet If men were wise to see't, But only melancholy, O sweetest Melancholy!
Página 181 - Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice ; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
Página 46 - Hence, bashful cunning ! And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife, if you will marry me ; If not, I'll die your maid : to be your fellow * You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant, Whether you will or no.
Página 48 - Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.