De Clifford: Or, The Constant Man, Volume 1Henry Colburn, 1841 - 4 páginas |
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... look to what his progenitors had been , he would , perhaps , have been happier . But luckily these interruptions came not often , and did not last long . Our name , which had been for centuries on the grand jury , was not yet struck out ...
... look to what his progenitors had been , he would , perhaps , have been happier . But luckily these interruptions came not often , and did not last long . Our name , which had been for centuries on the grand jury , was not yet struck out ...
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... look was most demurely sad ; And now I laugh'd aloud , yet none knew why : The neighbors stared and sigh'd , yet blessed the lad ; Some deem'd him wond'rous wise , and some believ'd him mad . " * 11 One thing indeed inclined my good ...
... look was most demurely sad ; And now I laugh'd aloud , yet none knew why : The neighbors stared and sigh'd , yet blessed the lad ; Some deem'd him wond'rous wise , and some believ'd him mad . " * 11 One thing indeed inclined my good ...
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... look for either profit or improvement to be had for twenty pounds a year ? What either of scholarship or knowledge of mankind ( the only knowledge perhaps worth having ) , can be acquired , as all public - school men will exclaim , in ...
... look for either profit or improvement to be had for twenty pounds a year ? What either of scholarship or knowledge of mankind ( the only knowledge perhaps worth having ) , can be acquired , as all public - school men will exclaim , in ...
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... looks , vulgar in his mind , vulgar in bis dress , in short , vulgar in everything , and what Shakspeare calls a " proud , shallow , filthy , worsted- stocking knave . " Like his father , he was a great stickler for equality of all ...
... looks , vulgar in his mind , vulgar in bis dress , in short , vulgar in everything , and what Shakspeare calls a " proud , shallow , filthy , worsted- stocking knave . " Like his father , he was a great stickler for equality of all ...
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... look of superiority , and , as it were , of fashion ( though of that I then knew nothing ) , when accom- panied and ... looks gloom- ily on futurity , and always possesses in idea whatever it chooses to wish for ; all these were ...
... look of superiority , and , as it were , of fashion ( though of that I then knew nothing ) , when accom- panied and ... looks gloom- ily on futurity , and always possesses in idea whatever it chooses to wish for ; all these were ...
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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
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.