Margaret Capel. By the author of 'The clandestine marriage'.1846 |
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... interest . She regarded Love as a myste- rious agency which swept into its vortex all those who suffered themselves to ap- proach its enchanted confines . She ima- gined that the first steps to this delusion might be avoided ; but that ...
... interest . She regarded Love as a myste- rious agency which swept into its vortex all those who suffered themselves to ap- proach its enchanted confines . She ima- gined that the first steps to this delusion might be avoided ; but that ...
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... great dignity . " That seat , Chirke Weston , belongs to Captain Gage . Quite the gentleman , Miss Capel . " The father of the young Gages who disliked Mr. Casement . Margaret looked with much interest at MARGARET CAPEL . 31.
... great dignity . " That seat , Chirke Weston , belongs to Captain Gage . Quite the gentleman , Miss Capel . " The father of the young Gages who disliked Mr. Casement . Margaret looked with much interest at MARGARET CAPEL . 31.
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Ellen Wallace. disliked Mr. Casement . Margaret looked with much interest at the white walls of the house . " They are expecting home , Mr. Hubert , " said Land , " such a fine young gentleman . A sailor like his father - they are a fine ...
Ellen Wallace. disliked Mr. Casement . Margaret looked with much interest at the white walls of the house . " They are expecting home , Mr. Hubert , " said Land , " such a fine young gentleman . A sailor like his father - they are a fine ...
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... interest in the family , particularly in Miss Gage , that she could hardly explain to herself . With regard to her own occupations , she played the organ , she read history , parti- cularly the books that Mr. Warde either recommended or ...
... interest in the family , particularly in Miss Gage , that she could hardly explain to herself . With regard to her own occupations , she played the organ , she read history , parti- cularly the books that Mr. Warde either recommended or ...
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... interest the historic tales that she was reading , or exciting his sympathy , by a detail of the uncomfortable period she had passed at school . It happened one morning that Mar- garet walked down to the Vicarage with Land to exchange a ...
... interest the historic tales that she was reading , or exciting his sympathy , by a detail of the uncomfortable period she had passed at school . It happened one morning that Mar- garet walked down to the Vicarage with Land to exchange a ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
amused Ashdale asked Harriet Aveline Aveline's ball beautiful believe Bessy better Blanche breakfast Campbell Captain Gage carriage Casement chair child Chirke Weston Claude colour dance dear delighted dinner drawing-room dress Elizabeth Elizabeth Gage Everard exclaimed eyes fancy father feel felt Fitz Gage's garet George Gage girl give glad Grey hand Haveloc head hear heard heart hope horse Hubert Gage Humphries James Deacon knew Lady Conway Lady James Lady Raymond laughing leaning leave Lindsay Lord Raymond Lucy mamma Margaret looked married ment mind Miss Capel Miss Conway Miss Fitzpatrick Miss Gage morning never pretty quadrille remark replied ride riet round seemed silent Singleton Sir Philip Skye terrier smile sofa Somerton soon Sorrento sorry sure talking tell thing thought to-morrow told took turned uncle voice walk Warde Wardenscourt window wish woman young lady
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Página 79 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses: But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade; Die to themselves.
Página 3 - For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan: Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
Página 90 - Lieben Freunde! Es gab schön're Zeiten, Als die unsern - das ist nicht zu streiten! Und ein edler Volk hat einst gelebt. Könnte die Geschichte davon schweigen, Tausend Steine würden redend zeugen, Die man aus dem Schoß der Erde gräbt. Doch es ist dahin, es ist verschwunden Dieses hochbegünstigte Geschlecht. Wir, wir leben\ Unser sind die Stunden, Und der Lebende hat Recht.
Página 3 - Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found : Rock, river, forest, mountain, all abound, And bluest skies that harmonize the whole : Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.
Página 236 - Un frenesi. ^Que es la vida? Una ilusion. Una sombra, una ficcion y el mayor bien es pequeno, Que toda la vida es sueno, y los suenos, suenos son.
Página 279 - To use him so that used her so well; Or who with blame can justly her upbraid For loving not? for who can love compel? And, sooth to say, it is foolhardy thing...
Página 235 - twixt him and Margaret. Mar. Why, thinks King Henry's son that Margaret's love Hangs in th' uncertain balance of proud time ? That death shall make a discord of our thoughts ? No, stab the earl, and 'fore the morning sun Shall vaunt him thrice over the lofty east, Margaret will meet her Lacy in the heavens.
Página 264 - Her words were like a stream of honey fleeting, The which doth softly trickle from the hive, Able to melt the hearer's heart unweeting, And eke to make the dead again alive. Her deeds were like great clusters of ripe grapes, Which load the...
Página 39 - ... set: Bay leaves between, And primroses green, Embellish the sweet violet. " Tell me, have ye seen her angelic face, Like Phoebe fair? Her heavenly 'haviour, her princely grace, Can you well compare? The red rose medled with the white yfere, In either cheek depeincten lively cheer: Her modest eye, Her majesty, Where have you seen the like but there?