De Clifford: Or, The Constant Man, Volume 1Henry Colburn, 1841 - 4 páginas |
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... returned to peace and obscurity at home . The first of these my father found so valuable , that he frequently vowed never again to hazard it , by attending another assizes ; but the vow was always broken , and he agreed with my mother ...
... returned to peace and obscurity at home . The first of these my father found so valuable , that he frequently vowed never again to hazard it , by attending another assizes ; but the vow was always broken , and he agreed with my mother ...
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... . " " For late returning home he slept at ease , And wisely deemed the wealth of monarchs less , The little of his own , because his own did please . " But on the approach of evening , happiness was perfect 30 DE CLIFFORD ; OR ,
... . " " For late returning home he slept at ease , And wisely deemed the wealth of monarchs less , The little of his own , because his own did please . " But on the approach of evening , happiness was perfect 30 DE CLIFFORD ; OR ,
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... returned the embrace , but shed no tears he had , as I thought , too much self - possession , and talked rather quizzingly of my Yorkshire heartiness . This , however , a more fashionable coat , and what I sup- posed a more fashionable ...
... returned the embrace , but shed no tears he had , as I thought , too much self - possession , and talked rather quizzingly of my Yorkshire heartiness . This , however , a more fashionable coat , and what I sup- posed a more fashionable ...
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... returned the high squire . " What all this deference for mere wealth , no matter how got , may lead to in society , I don't know . An honest citizen , enriched by successful industry , one might respect , but what are we to say when a ...
... returned the high squire . " What all this deference for mere wealth , no matter how got , may lead to in society , I don't know . An honest citizen , enriched by successful industry , one might respect , but what are we to say when a ...
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... returned Cerberus , rather laughing , and surveying me again with a look of supercilious- ness , at the same time holding the wicket as if he would close it in my face . But whether I had the look of a real gentle- man , although a ...
... returned Cerberus , rather laughing , and surveying me again with a look of supercilious- ness , at the same time holding the wicket as if he would close it in my face . But whether I had the look of a real gentle- man , although a ...
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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.