Margaret Capel. By the author of 'The clandestine marriage'.1846 |
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... play on it ? " " Yes , " Mr. Grey said , " she might if the gallery was warm enough . He would ring and ask Land if it was safe for her . " Land's answer was satisfactory , and he was directed to wait on Miss Capel in the gallery ...
... play on it ? " " Yes , " Mr. Grey said , " she might if the gallery was warm enough . He would ring and ask Land if it was safe for her . " Land's answer was satisfactory , and he was directed to wait on Miss Capel in the gallery ...
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... play the organ ! She was as impatient " as a child before some festival " till she had tried this organ . The grey - haired servant smiled to see her stand chafing her hands with eagerness , her parted lips disclosing her glittering ...
... play the organ ! She was as impatient " as a child before some festival " till she had tried this organ . The grey - haired servant smiled to see her stand chafing her hands with eagerness , her parted lips disclosing her glittering ...
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... about it . What is this thing ? A swell ? Oh ! this is what we should call a pedal . I see I shall make nothing of it by myself . I'll try if I can play Luther's hymn . " " Very well - very well ; a little too MARGARET CAPEL . 21.
... about it . What is this thing ? A swell ? Oh ! this is what we should call a pedal . I see I shall make nothing of it by myself . I'll try if I can play Luther's hymn . " " Very well - very well ; a little too MARGARET CAPEL . 21.
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... spent with you . What has become of him lately ? " Mr. Grey said he believed he was on his road to England . Mr. Warde , who was seated at the organ , began to play the Ryrie of one of Mozart's Masses 22 MARGARET CAPEL .
... spent with you . What has become of him lately ? " Mr. Grey said he believed he was on his road to England . Mr. Warde , who was seated at the organ , began to play the Ryrie of one of Mozart's Masses 22 MARGARET CAPEL .
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Ellen Wallace. began to play the Ryrie of one of Mozart's Masses . Talking of Mr. Haveloc , he said , had put him in mind of it — it had been one of his favourite movements . He had a taste for the highest order of musical com- position ...
Ellen Wallace. began to play the Ryrie of one of Mozart's Masses . Talking of Mr. Haveloc , he said , had put him in mind of it — it had been one of his favourite movements . He had a taste for the highest order of musical com- position ...
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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?