De Clifford: Or, The Constant Man, Volume 1Henry Colburn, 1841 - 4 páginas |
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... gave me , I thought , a good opportunity to accomplish . For the better promotion of my object , it was necessary that the view taken should not be the mere bird's eye view of a man surveying the world at his ease from a comfortable re ...
... gave me , I thought , a good opportunity to accomplish . For the better promotion of my object , it was necessary that the view taken should not be the mere bird's eye view of a man surveying the world at his ease from a comfortable re ...
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... gave us one of our names , though he sold it , in the end , to make good a large portion to his only sister , who married into a very noble family . This was so flattering to his pride , that he agreed to give her a fortune far beyond ...
... gave us one of our names , though he sold it , in the end , to make good a large portion to his only sister , who married into a very noble family . This was so flattering to his pride , that he agreed to give her a fortune far beyond ...
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... gave our parents little uneasiness on the score of health . They were all rather favorites with the Goff family , and the good - natured Sir Harry ( who derived bis fortune and de- scent only from a rich clothier ) , in his secret mind ...
... gave our parents little uneasiness on the score of health . They were all rather favorites with the Goff family , and the good - natured Sir Harry ( who derived bis fortune and de- scent only from a rich clothier ) , in his secret mind ...
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... gave me such intense pleasure , that I have never seen these plants since without thinking of that innocent and happy time ; so that in after years , when the world had a far different bold of me , I thought Scott must have , in some ...
... gave me such intense pleasure , that I have never seen these plants since without thinking of that innocent and happy time ; so that in after years , when the world had a far different bold of me , I thought Scott must have , in some ...
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... gave a grave assent , and the principal , still requiring to know more of the story , and find- ing that the challenge given by Foljambe was the conse- quence of the gratuitous annoyance of Ramshorn by hissing , he determined that the ...
... gave a grave assent , and the principal , still requiring to know more of the story , and find- ing that the challenge given by Foljambe was the conse- quence of the gratuitous annoyance of Ramshorn by hissing , he determined that the ...
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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
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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.